I apologize for not posting for so long. To all of you who have written asking if I'm okay, I thank you for your concern. The interval of silence has nothing to do with my state of mind, it's just that there are a finite numbers of hours in a day. … [Continue reading] about Words and Pictures
Shelter
Every Succos, Ariel and I went together to the Young Israel of Century City to pick up our arba minim, the four species. For Ariel, I always ordered, Mehudar, the most expensive, for myself the moderately priced lulav and esrog sufficed. This year, I … [Continue reading] about Shelter
Links to the Past
On Erev Rosh Hashanah, Ariel's rebbe from Yeshiva Gedolah of Los Angeles, Rabbi Dovid Gruman, visited with me. Rabbi Gruman was Ariel's 10th grade rebbe, but their relationship transcended that of student and teacher. Not a week went by when Rabbi … [Continue reading] about Links to the Past
Self-Help
After Ariel died, several books were given to me by well meaning friends. These books, about Judaism and bereavement, are I was assured, deeply comforting and helpful. Over the past few months I have read some of these books, and put many down after … [Continue reading] about Self-Help
Digging Through Garbage
Right before Shabbos, we receive a brochure from Ariel's Yeshiva. The pictures of the young men in the Beis Midrash are hypnotic: the boys in their dark pants and crisp white shirts, and their posture so familiar. I lean in and squint. Is that Ariel … [Continue reading] about Digging Through Garbage