Shabbat Va-et’chanan 5786
Last weekend, we buried my grandpa, Aaron Eckel, in the fertile sandy soil of the family cemetery, amongst his relatives dating back to the 1830s. The cemetery is situated between the barn where he raised Holstein cows and the house that he built with his own hands after marrying my grandma, Lila, in 1959. Behind the cemetery is a field where the cows






