According to the Hebrew Calendar my mother passed away 19 years ago today. Needless to say, this time of the year can be rough, as a flood of memories long forgotten instantly comes back. These memories include my mother’s last days, her 5-year struggle with ovarian cancer, the early years, as well as other memorable events. I remember her teaching me to drive and how she was always very interested in my well-being as only a mother could. I still remember our trip together in Boston as it was to be our first and last mother and son trip.
According to Jewish tradition, one commemorates the anniversary by going to synagogue and says kadaish (recite the mourners prayer). As such, I wondered in my mind should I share this experience with my 8 year old and have him participate in the services. After much thought, I took him along tonight. Naturally, I explained to him in a “child-friendly” way what was happening. At first, he was a bit fidgety. However, after several gentle reminders he became attentive and participated with the appropriate amen. In short, it was one of the most moving experiences I ever witnessed. In short, I know my mom would be proud of Simcha’s actions. I know I am.
