My Kaddish Year

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.

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Visit from my mother

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Two nights ago I dreamed of my mother.  She was ill with cancer but looked good.  She'd come to pay me a visit in New York.   I was in a...
Sunday, April 29, 2012

Just when you think there are no more tears . . .

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Friday morning brought a sparkling sky.  I must have slept well as I was feeling more energetic than usual.  Perhaps the anti-depressants ha...

Watch my speed

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About a week ago, an elderly, distinguished gentleman at the morning minyan approached me just as I was about to take my place as prayer lea...
Saturday, April 28, 2012

Yom Ha'atzmuat davening

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This past Thursday was Yom Ha'atmaut (Israel Independence Day).  The founding of the state revolutionized the Jewish world, injecting a...
Thursday, April 26, 2012

Getting bored; playing with iPhone

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Lately I have to admit I'm been getting pretty bored at davening. My prayers and kaddishes are flat.  When I'm leading prayers, whic...
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