The last two evenings I attended a Shiva Minyan (prayer service at the home of a person's who is observing the week of mourning). As a person obligated to attend minyan, I've become valued as an available person to attend shiva minyans. I was one of nine other men. The experience brought back the raw emotions I experienced at my own shiva. Now things have "settled down." My mother's death seems like a long time ago.
I said kaddish along with the shiva mourner. Two losses fusing into one. My words supporting his, my presence enabling his kaddish.
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