Yom Kippur

Judah, I am told by is friends, would call prior to Yom Kippur and ask to be forgiven if he in any way offended or stressed their friendship. This year, his voice is still. His message is clear though, Treasure your friendships and relationships.

As the sun is filtered through the coral tree in the back yard, and casts shadows on the porch I am waiting for Issi and Benji to come home for dinner prior to Kol Nidre. It will be hard to pray, as my prayers last year were not heeded. There were so many prayers, special notes placed in the Kotel, prayer vigils organized by Eli, Tehilim read and organized by Abigail C. daily prayers in synagogues all over the country, and every one's personal prayer in what ever voice they could find. Perhaps all the prayers helped keep him with us a bit longer.

Tomorow's Yiskor service shifts to a memorial prayer for him. Too panful for words.

I am looking out at the garden as I write this and am comforted by the fact, Judah loved the garden, the feel of the wind in the den as it passes over the curtains, he loved to photograph light streaming and bouncing against a flower. I feel his presence and it is calming me.

Blessings to you all,

Martha