Should I invite my brother to my wedding?

The Rebbetzin's sukkah was filled with women. Her invitation said a night of cheese and wine in honour of those we’ve all lost since last Simchat Torah. I held her seventh baby in a quiet corner. He breathed softly, looking through the darkness, seeking the source of merriment. His breathing a comfort, a soothing metronome of life. It took me an hour to coax him to sleep.

The Rebbetzin welcomed us and urged us to eat and said quietly that if I wanted to address the crowd, they would welcome words of hope from me. She asked if I wanted to put the baby down, which I did, and the baby immediately woke, without a whimper. I went to mingle with the women.

One of them was a teacher at my school. She had just arrived after years as a combat soldier in the IDF. She was engaged to an Australian who wanted to settle near family. The wedding was very soon. But the bride had a dilemma.