Through this blog, written during my year of saying kaddish for my mother, Hilda Yael Kessler, may her memory be for a blessing, I attempted to reflect on and find meaning about the internal as well as ritualistic processes of mourning. I hope others may identify with and find some measure of comfort in its words.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Day off
Today the Gabbai (more on the Gabbai's role in a later post) informed me just before the morning services that I had a "day off," meaning that someone else, a person who had a yahrzeit, would be leading the prayers. I felt my muscles relax and sat down, enjoying the feeling of being a follower rather than a leader, a welcome change of pace. Praying feels so different when you are seated among the assembly as opposed to standing alone in the front as the leader. A month ago, during Chanukah, I got an entire eight days off from leading prayers, a "vacation" as it was called, because a mourner does not lead prayers at a time of celebration. Come Sunday, I'm sure I'll be back at the Amud.
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