My grandfather spoke during the prayer service at my bar mitzvah when I turned thirteen. He waxed poetic about the importance of leading a good Jewish life, learning Torah, continuing to maintain the rituals with which I’d been brought up and, most of all, about success. He had literally spent his life devoted to Judaism, studying to become a rabbi for his Jewish community in India and then moving with his family to Philadelphia to assume the pulpit at Mikveh Israel, the second-oldest synagogue in the United States. Continue reading “Pride in our Success”
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How to Talk to Kids About Life and Death
“I’m not going to lie to him,” she said, turning to me. “He should know what’s going on.”
My wife seemed to expect a different reaction from me but I wasn’t going to argue. I agreed with her; it was better for him to be told the truth. I didn’t want to cover it up and have him start wondering what we were hiding. He didn’t need every detail but he deserved enough information to understand what was happening around him.
This also wasn’t his first experience with death. Two of his mother’s relatives passed away within the last five years. He has multiple friends who have lost relatives. He was three years old when we flew to Chicago for multiple days of post-funeral gatherings for family members of ours. And that is to say nothing of the more public tragedies to which he has been a virtual witness.
“I agree with you,” I said. “He should know where we are going.” Continue reading “How to Talk to Kids About Life and Death”
Joy Breaking Through Grief
These seats are not nearly as comfortable as they look, I thought.
I fidgeted in my seat on the train, trying to find a better position. The dull ache in my left thigh that had bothering me for the last week or two returned, though I did my best to ignore it. I positioned my work bag on my lap, placed my coffee cup under the armrest next to me and took out my train ticket. I managed to slide out of my coat, doing my best not to disturb the heavyset man who had sat down next to me.
I had just settled in when I heard the conductor’s voice come over the train’s public address system. Continue reading “Joy Breaking Through Grief”
Awesome Clouds
My eyes scanned the ground as I walked, mapping out each step so that I could avoid the muddy patches near the walkway and the awkward separations between the sections of concrete. It was somewhat slow going; I kept having to pause so that I could pick the blanket up and re-wrap it around S’s body that was huddled against me. I gave her a little smile but she didn’t respond. Her eyes held my gaze for a moment before turning back to the nearby trees swaying with the breeze.
“I know, Shin, I’m sorry,” I said quietly as I tugged the blanket up again and tucked in the corners.1 “I don’t really want to be here either.” Continue reading “Awesome Clouds”
Under Better Circumstances
They say you can never go home again.
I suppose that’s true; just as you can never step into the same river twice, because the water is constantly moving, home will be different every time you come back. The people may be the same, or at least appear to be, but they are moving too. They are thinking, growing, spreading their wings. They are separating, searching for their own identities, their own callings. They’re coping, looking for handholds along the way, just as you are. Just as we all are. The people look the same, but they aren’t. And neither are you. Continue reading “Under Better Circumstances”
