I've always felt that the hardest part of the three weeks isn't necessarily Tisha B'av. Rather it's the day after, when we all rush back into our fleishig meals, weddings and concerts...it's during that time I picture Yerushalayim sitting all by itself wondering if she'll be remembered. Let’s take another moment to reflect about what Yerushalayim and the Beish Hamidkash mean to us. Here is a clip of a recent chupa in Florida, in which I had the honor of singing one of the deepest of R' Shlomo's nigunim, Asey L'maan, and then continued with that tune to the words of Im Eshkachech.
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