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Grieving, Remembering, and Moving Forward

Joel Hersch

Without her, there are so many empty places, empty sights, so much emptiness. Yet I never thought of retreating into the emptiness; I know my dear Phyllis wanted me to embrace life.

A Letter to My Mother on Her First Yahrzeit

Cantor Sheila Nesis

Psalm 23 is traditionally recited during funerals, shiva visitations, and Yizkor ceremonies. Although this psalm talks about God, I think about it this morning and see it under a completely new light. Today, I think it talks about you.

Confronting Death is an Important Part of Life

Evan Mallah

If on Yom Kippur we rehearse our own death, then on Tishah B’Av (observed last month), we begin the annual process of preparing for death. The seven-week period from Tishah B’Av to Rosh HaShanah provides an opportunity to cultivate our souls, to reestablish our relationship with God, and to reconcile with ourselves and others. We transform the potentially passive experience of judgment into an active process of self-awareness, acceptance, engagement, and transformation.

When Jewish Cemeteries Rock: My Moroccan Lag BaOmer Adventure

Aron Hirt-Manheimer

I had always thought of Jewish cemeteries as solemn places – but that was before going to a hilloula (festivity) 30 years ago in the Moroccan town of Ouazzane on Lag BaOmer, the Jewish holiday that falls on the 33rd day between Pesach and Shavuot.

I've Got the Purple Blues about Prince's Death

Rabbi David Wirtschafter

You may think it strange for a rabbi to mourn a celebrity's death, but no one said emotions are rational - yet I indulge myself a moment of sadness at the news that Prince Rodgers Nelson has died.

Why I Sat Shiva for My Brother, Who Wasn't Jewish

Elizabeth Rothstein

When my brother Jerry died, the questions were not just where to sit shiva or for how long. They were more fundamental: Should I sit shiva for my non-Jewish brother at all?

A Prayer for My Father

Deborah Greene

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. I wrote this prayer in memory of my father, Lowell Jay Herman, who took his life on April 20, 2015, at the age of 72. It reflects the pain my family and I have grappled with since that day.

I am dedicated to honoring his