My Kaddish Community
This week marks six months since I became a mourner. It’s hard to believe that my family and I are more than halfway through the 11 months, and yet, the weeks and months are ticking by and here we are.
Although this has been a sad and difficult time for us–especially as we made our way through November’s triumvirate of my mother’s birthday, Thanksgiving and my parents’ anniversary–I am ever grateful for the Shabbat minyan at my congregation, which I first wrote about here. In the months since the summer, I have only grown more fond of and more appreciative of each and every one of its members who have welcomed me into their midst and gathered ’round to help me honor my mother’s memory.
At this season of Thanksgiving, as I continue on the mourner’s path, I offer this blessing to God and to my kaddish community:
Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech haolam, who brings us good companions with whom to mark the joys and sorrows of our lives. Amen.