15 weeks, Field of Dreams, Kaddish/ Memorial Prayer
Dear Friends, I need a hug today....Please bear with me as I write this blog which will be a window to my soul. It was 27 years ago that my father died and a participant at the International Teen Kallah (Learning Institute) asked me if my father and I ever kissed each other. I only remembered a few times he would kiss me on the "kepe" (Yiddish for forehead). I told this to the teenager who was disappointed that my Dad and I hadn't shared our affection with a kiss. As he walked away, I called him back and told him that my Dad and I liked to play catch and that each time the ball hit the glove, we were kissing. He walked away smiling, feeling that my Dad and I had shared special moments in a meaningful way. What does that have to do with the Field of Dreams and Kaddish? I have struggled over the last 15 weeks to find a meaningful way to remember Sue in a Jewish ritual way. I have dutifully said Kaddish and you all know that I am thinking about...