I’m sure each of us has our story, like from 9/11: “Where were you when…?”

But this time it was about what felt to us like the most significant election in U.S. history.

Many of us heaved a sigh of relief, shouted for joy, banged pots, jumped up and down, danced in the streets.

And shed a lot of tears.

I know I did. I didn’t even know how much grief I was holding in while I was holding it together.

This week’s Torah reading begins with grief. Sarah has just died, and Abraham, his life partner, must bury her.