
Shiva is complete. I am now in a period called shloshim.
Emerging from shiva is something of a shock. For the seven days of mourning I neither watched TV news nor read newspapers. My daily TCM fix was terminated. And politics was a blessedly distant shore. Not talking about things Obama is a huge relief.
My time on the computer was limited to e-mail. Instead, I was surrounded by friends and relatives. I talked about my father’s full and varied life, and his remarkable accomplishments.
I received dozens of phone calls and emails offering consolation. There were scores of precious anecdotes from those who knew my father as a Rabbi, an administrator at Yeshiva University, a Chaplain in the U.S. Army, and quite a few admiring golf partners.
I want to express my gratitude to all those Seraphic Secret readers who contacted me privately and in the comments section offering comfort.
Your kindness has softened the sting of tragedy.
It is good to have you back, though I know there is a hole in your heart. May the Almighty fill that void with his comforting presence. Shalom.
I think he would be proud of your accomplishments Robert.
I’ve been thinking of you all week. You were so blessed to have such a father.