ou just never know whence the lessons of the daily mourning ritual will come. On this day of finally returning home to “kaddish in two-part harmony” as usual, Kjersti reminded us both that there are more important things than bereavement, prayers, and music.
Midday I realized I hadn’t made a Kaddish the day before. I was horrified.
The next afternoon, in the middle of my business meeting, I realized I’d completely forgotten to make a Kaddish on Thursday, 30 June 2011. It was the first day I’d failed to keep my promise.
The next morning, I figured I’d better record the Kaddish right away, before I forgot about it. After a few cups of tea and an hour or two of catching up on client email, I got right to it.
I think it was 3:30 in the morning when we realized that bedtime had come and gone, and I still needed to make a Kaddish. Oy.
Once again I’m likely to have some trouble keeping the daily podcast posts timely while I’m traveling in Asia. I’ll continue making the daily recordings on the day, with days defined by local time, but transferring iTalk recordings from iPad or iPhone to my work Dell and then dealing with Audacity to process mp3s and […]
A kaddish for all the sons and daughters Japan has lost and will continue losing in the aftermath of this devastation, whose enormous universal scale I cannot comprehend, whose personal scale is also enormous in its minute detail. On how we use scale-slipping to cope with tragedy. A reply to Mira’s kaddish one daughter at a time.