Those who know me
well, know that on this day, every year, I write a letter or a story, or a poem
in dedication…
Nine years ago today I
held you as close as anyone can but it wasn’t close enough. I didn’t get enough
time. It feels selfish to say, to think, but I still feel cheated. People say
it gets easier but it really doesn’t. Those that say it haven’t lost. Life just
fills with other things, other distractions, some wonderful, some not, but this
day is yours and I will light a candle for you. I’m not wallowing in sadness, I
remember your eyes when you looked at me. I remember how it felt when you
squeezed my finger. I remember your strength. I remember you both.
Mourner’s Kaddish
Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mei raba b’alma di
v’ra khir’utei, v’yamlikh malkhutei b’hayeikhon u-v’yomeikhon u-v’hayei d’khol
beit yisrael, ba-agala u-vi-z’mon kariv v’imru amen.
Y’hei sh’mei raba m’varakh l’alam u-l’almei
almaya.
Yitbarakh v’yishtabah v’yitpa’ar v’yitromam
v’yitnase, v’yit-hadar v’yit-aleh v’yit-halal sh’mei d’kudsha, b’rikh hu l’ela
(l’ela mi-kol) min kol birkhata v’shirata, tushb’hata v’nehemata da-amiran
b’alma, v’imru amen.
Y’hei sh’lama raba min sh’maya v’hayim
aleinu v’al kol yisrael, v’imru amen.
Oseh shalom bi-m’romav, hu ya-aseh shalom
aleinu v’al kol yisrael, v’imru amen.
To read last year's dedication - A Lion in the Storm, click on the image below.
