Here’s another missing Kaddish recording. I made this recording—I swear I did, mumbling into my iPhone, exhausted, late at night after a Thanksgiving feast at a friend’s and afterward sleeping through a movie. However, the next day, my new iPhone arrived, and I forgot to get the recording off my old iPhone before wiping it and turning it over to Dad.
But I guess it’s understandable that I forgot, and it wasn’t really just a technical mishap. This has been an emotional holiday. The last time my parents were here was last Thanksgiving, and everything was different last year. We hosted the feast and had a huge crowd around the table. We were still a “we”—Victoria and I were still married. The changes around the house were palpable, and sad, of course.