A Jewish man my mom worked for, Mr. Ottgard, came to visit back in the 80's. He came with his wife Elvira. They were wonderful. I was just thinking of my friend Carol's dad. Carol loved her dad and hated her mother. I hated my father but loved my mom. I was lamenting that I would probably never get to meet Carol's dad. But what are lamentations about? They are just another device of the ego to make you think it is in control instead of consciousness and bliss.