Third Yarzheit, Four Years, Beyond Time and Space

Father, today, I “kaddish” you.

I thank you

I have no regrets

I hope you don’t either.

I drink in your art, I touch the mezzuza that was on your house for so many years

It guards our home, as you guarded me

As I fiercely guarded you

I smell your handkerchiefs

I have hope

for a deepening beyond time and space

For all my relationships with the departed to deepen

as I get closer to being one with them:

mother, sister, Elia, Allan, Bernice

Father, we give you nachas

thanks for noticing