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
Saying the mourner’s Kaddish during my brother’s yahrzeit, which I will do tonight at temple, usually tears me up. It is not so much the words that stir me; rather, it is the ritual. The prayer asks us to praise God, honor him, extol him, glorify him, and finally to wish that God will bring peace on us and all of Israel. There are no direct words of comfort, no pearls of wisdom designed to help us heal from loss.
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