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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Thursday, December 27, 2012

Closure? No!

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A few days ago in shul, I was speaking to a man who recently started saying kaddish for his father. In the course of the conversation, the w...
Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Turning on the music

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Now that my kaddish year is over, I can go to hear music again. I've been to two concerts, which I'd bought tickets to a few months ...
Sunday, December 2, 2012

In praise of going to shul

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Saying kaddish means going to shul a lot. Shul can be, and often is, boring. At least I find it such. The services are pretty much the same ...
Friday, November 30, 2012

How quickly I forget

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I don't feel I have much more to say, so I'll be updating the blog only occasionally. In any event, this morning I did get to shul. ...
Sunday, November 25, 2012

Kaddish, by Ginsberg

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I guess I did get carried away by the kaddish thing. I wanted to understand better what I was doing, so I checked out a bunch of books from...
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