#yartzeit

[girlactionfigure]

My father's tenth yartzeit starts tonight. I like that it begins with Maariv. He used to say the Shma with me at bedtime, then tell me fantastic stories of kabalistic angels masquerading as lions. If you are interested in remembering him with me, please consider... Good deeds: Listen to someone who needs to be heard; share a kind word to change someone’s life. Or learn with a friend! Study this week’s parsha, or a Chassidic tale or one of my father’s teachings. Share with us in the comments what you're reading, or ask for a recommendation. Prayer: If you would like to pray but don’t have a regular practice of doing so, you can follow his guidance -- “If the only prayer you say throughout your life is ‘Thank You’, then that will be enough”.

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[leahbasavraham]

I realized I’ll be at a Friendsgiving get-together on the date of my mom’s first Yartzeit. I’m actually so blessed that I will be able to have support on that day. 🧿 (we are all getting tested or have recently tested negative for covid)

[reaching-ruchnius]

https://sinaichapel.org/tools-resources/prayer-yahrzeit.aspx

Prayer to Recite When Lighting the Yarhzeit Candle | Sinai Memorial Chapel

[leahbasavraham]

Mama.

[eirenical]

I made it through the whole day and I was FINE.

...or at least I was bottling up just fine. :P

And then I was reading an article about Johnny Cash (just finished rewatching Walk the Line) and came across this:

One of his bigger successes, "A Boy Named Sue," was written by Shel Silverstein, the writer who also gave us "The Unicorn Song" and the book The Giving Tree. Read More: https://www.grunge.com/195989/the-truth-about-johnny-cashs-biggest-hit/

*bolding mine

...and the next thing I knew, I was bawling.

That was our song.

I can't believe it's been a year. I miss you.

יתגדל ויתקדש שמה רבא. בעלמא די ברא כרעותה, וימליך מלכותה . וביומיכון וברויי דכל בית ישראל, בעגלא ובזמן קריב, ואמרי אמן . יהא שמה רבא מברך לעלס ולעלמי עלמיא יתברך וישתבר ויתפאר ויתרומס ויתנשא ויתהדר ויתעלה ויתהלל שמה . דקדשא בריך הוא, לעלא מן כל ברכתא ושירנא תשברותא ונחמתא, דאמירן . . בעלמא, ואמרו אמן . יהא שלמא רבא מן שמיא, עלינו ועל כל ישראל, ואמרו אמן . עשה שלום במרומיו, הוא יעשה שלום עלינו ועל כל ישראל, ואמרו אמן

[emkaplan]

We have a bright idea lamp at work, but every time I walk by it, my kind-of-Jewish self wonders who died. #yartzeit https://www.instagram.com/p/CjybuoTvSRh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[borderlineteacher]

This never gets any easier.

תשעה באב

has never been a happy day for any Jew. It is a day of mourning over the destruction of the בית המקדש and prayers for better days. To be honest I never really felt a connection to this day because I didn’t feel like I was mourning over anything tangible. I always dreaded fasting, I wanted it to pass quickly, and it didn’t mean much to me.

Until that ridiculously hot תשעה באב in 2017. That was the day my incredible Zaidy Donald was taken from this world. That was the day that instead of staying inside to ride out the fast, we stood in tears at the cemetery.

That was the first day that I experienced true and real mourning.

My Zaidy Donald was an incredible human being. A real A+ guy. The one who was known throughout the community. The one who used to pull candy fish out of our ears when we were little and introduced us to his beloved coffee candies. The one who always told me not worry if I didn’t find a guy to marry, because he knew a really nice middle aged plumber who’d love to meet me. The one who smiled even though he felt so weak at the end. The one always reading the newspaper and deeply loved his family.

So now תשעה באב has a whole new meaning for me. It is a day of mourning. A day of prayers for better days.

A day when I fiercely remember my kindhearted Zaidy, and hope with every part of my being that he is proud of us all.

Have a meaningful fast.

[ylwelton]

#MelaveMalka #TreeOfLife #Yartzeit #UniteWithMoreLight (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B48xrEWlhDs/?igshid=cqad9u3gvznx