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Yartzeit and the Future of Kaddish Journal

addicence | Kaddish, Life After Death | Thursday, March 6th, 2008

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Tonight is Mom’s first Yartzeit, the anniversary, by the Hebrew calendar, of her death. It seems surreal to write that.

The past few days I have spent several hours in the car. To pass the time I call friends and family. I talked to my brother, sister, and Dad. But not Mom. It seemed odd, even after a year of saying kaddish.

Now that it has been a month since I was saying kaddish everyday, her passing does not seem as real. The mourning period is over and though while I was going through it, it seemed natural, now that it is over, it does not. I’m no longer confronted everyday by the fact that she is gone. And so when it seems natural that I should call, its a bot of a shock that I cannot.

And so there is life after after death. We the living continue to live after the death of our loved ones. But what to do with a blog about kaddish, about mourning, and about teh Jewish rituals surrounding them?

Before I started to write, i thought it might be interesting to continue the blog talking about Jewish life in general, possibly focusing on rituals or even expanding it to including Jewish communal issues. But as I write, an idea just came to me which seems a natural for a domain and blog entitled KaddishJournal.com.

I started this blog not only to chronicle my year of mourning, but as a tribute to my Mom. I am not the first Jew to lose his mother or a loved one, and I won’t be the last. It is part of life. I hoped that my kaddish journal might stand not only as memorial, but might help others through the difficult times they encounter. How much the more so if this “journal” were to include writings and experiences from others.

The next month or two will be very hectic as I launch a new business and travel to Israel for 2 weeks. During that time or after it, I am going to approach others to write short essays, short stories, and articles short enough to be blog posts. Instead of my journal, this will become a community journal in which anyone who wants to share their experience and their wisdom will be able to do so.

I can’t think of a better tribute to my Mom than a community resource for people to share their experiences and for people in need to gain strength from the wisdom of others. Mom was a pillar. A strong woman. May this stand and become a pillar of strength for all those who need it. I miss you Mom.

love,
Joshua

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