Sometimes, updating one's address book is tough
Our memory-impaired father's address will be changing, too, as soon as we can find a good place for him to live, now that Mom's no longer alive to keep an eye on him.
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posted by Shira Salamone at 7:33 PM
Once upon a time, I belonged to a left-wing egalitarian Conservative synagogue, where I was one of a number of women who wore a tallit—and one of the few members who used an Orthodox prayer book (adding the Mothers, of course). Having moved since then, I now belong to a right-wing traditional Conservative synagogue, where I’m almost always the only woman wearing a tallit—and one of the few members who adds the Mothers. I seem destined to be forever . . . on the fringe.
3 Comments:
Shira Salamone, I was so sorry to hear of your mother's passing. May you be comforted by the creator as you mourn your loss.
As for me, I could not bring myself to cross out the names of my relatives and friends from my book. Instead, I just crossed out the addresses and telephone numbers. The names remain in my address list, and once in while, someone visits me in my dreams.
2 people that I had enjoyed a fairly active email correspondence with passed away suddenly 2 years ago. I still cannot bring myself to erase their contacts in my address book although the shock is still fresh whenever autocomplete shows up their email addresses when I type the first letters of their names.
Remembering can be a gift too.
Eliyahu, I use strike-throughs rather than deletions. The thought of deleting a loved one or friend is more than I can deal with. At least, with strike-throughs, the names are still visible and legible--they don't disappear as if the people never existed.
RivkaYael, remember is, indeed, a gift. Shiva helped, with my sister and me reminding one another of things we'd forgotten or didn't know.
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