Those who know me well, know that on this day, every year, I write a letter or a story, or a poem in dedication…
Nine years ago today I held you as close as anyone can but it wasn’t close enough. I didn’t get enough time. It feels selfish to say, to think, but I still feel cheated. People say it gets easier but it really doesn’t. Those that say it haven’t lost. Life just fills with other things, other distractions, some wonderful, some not, but this day is yours and I will light a candle for you. I’m not wallowing in sadness, I remember your eyes when you looked at me. I remember how it felt when you squeezed my finger. I remember your strength. I remember you both.
Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mei raba b’alma di v’ra khir’utei, v’yamlikh malkhutei b’hayeikhon u-v’yomeikhon u-v’hayei d’khol beit yisrael, ba-agala u-vi-z’mon kariv v’imru amen.
Y’hei sh’mei raba m’varakh l’alam u-l’almei almaya.
Yitbarakh v’yishtabah v’yitpa’ar v’yitromam v’yitnase, v’yit-hadar v’yit-aleh v’yit-halal sh’mei d’kudsha, b’rikh hu l’ela (l’ela mi-kol) min kol birkhata v’shirata, tushb’hata v’nehemata da-amiran b’alma, v’imru amen.
Y’hei sh’lama raba min sh’maya v’hayim aleinu v’al kol yisrael, v’imru amen.
Oseh shalom bi-m’romav, hu ya-aseh shalom aleinu v’al kol yisrael, v’imru amen.
To read last year's dedication - A Lion in the Storm, click on the image below.