Most mourners share a common experience: The realization of how much our loved ones miss by not being there. On the 25th anniversary of my brother’s death, I write what he missed. I cannot, of course, list everything. This is just a taste. Continue reading
Ignorant of my faith, I could not turn to Judaism when my brother died 25 years ago. Ritual was not a part of my upbringing, and it lingered in the shadows through my 20s and most of my 30s. Only in the last decade have I started to follow the path that Judaism sets for mourners. Jewish ritual now smooths salve on the long-ago wound. Continue reading
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