Finding myself in the Middle East



Sunday, September 25, 2011

Beep

The rain fell in sheets out the window next to his bed.

"It's so..." my mother began, searching for the word "appropriate."

"Corny?" I supplied. "I know. I already told G-d."

We all laughed until tears came. It was so corny, the rain, on the day my father died.

My brother said viduy and my sister and I sang his favorite passuk--mitzvah gedolah l'hiot b'simcha--it's a big mitzvah to always be happy--as the line that was his heart went flat. His face did not change as he died. Nothing changed. It had just been his heart--as always--that had been keeping him alive.

And it is his heart that we will remember.

And the fact that cliche as it is, as he died, the angels cried.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Baruch Dayan Haemes. I'm sorry.

tatianalarina said...

Baruch dayan haemet. May his memory be for a blessing.

nmf #7 said...

B"DE. I'm so sorry for your loss- Yehi Zichrono Baruch.

proudtante said...

Baruch dayan haemes. hugs

JerusalemStoned said...

Thank you all. Amen.

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