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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Friday, June 29, 2012

"You're almost done with your kaddish, aren't you"?

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It wasn’t that long ago that my mother died and I began showing up to shul every day to pray and say kaddish.  And yet those first d...

Psalm 131. Prayer for comfort

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I am continuing my reading from Sefer Tehilim (the Book of Psalms).  I try to recite one psalm every day from the first to the 150th.  Some ...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Flowers in shul

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About a month ago six flower pots appeared in shul.  At first I couldn't figure out what they were doing there.  Nobody said anything ab...
Friday, June 22, 2012

Kaddish dog days

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These feel like the kaddish dog days.  It's hot, in the 90s.  Even the air conditioning in shul is not enough to provide full respite.  ...

Sounds of prayer

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As a male mourner, I am often asked to act as Shaliach Tzibur (prayer leader).  The experience of leading prayers is a very different than ...
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