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
nice
thanks
xxoo
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This is poignant to read in light of just having read your workshop materials.
This Shabbat I said Kaddish for my father also because it falls closest to his secular yarzheit.
Love
Lori
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