Before the week leaves me in the dust wondering where it flew, I wanted to get a few thoughts down on paper, uh, a few keystrokes down on WordPress. Next week is Easter and Passover and the time of year my mom died, four years ago. I will light her yahrzeit candle Wednesday 4/16 – as a reminder of
all things Mom. Thoughts of my parents have become less painful as time meanders forward, now I’m more likely to feel pleasure, joy, a sense of pride.
It’s a busy time of year made busier by the fact (can you believe) that I am having my first seder in my home. The cousin whose job it is to have it, had a grandchild and is too distracted to deal. I don’t blame her but it left me in a proverbial pickle. We do celebrate Passover. So, next Monday, I shall have twelve people here for what is arguably the most difficult holiday to prepare for. It is specific, hagaddah (story) driven and particular foods must be presented.
In 2010, my sons and I brought the Passover meal to the hospice my mom occupied, as she sat quietly, unconsciously, listing starboard on a bed with side-rails. She died the following day but she gave me the opportunity to perform a mitzvah (good deed) by carrying forth a tradition thousands of years old and one that mattered greatly to her. So if you’re watching Mom, we’re having a seder, here, and you’re invited. You too, Dad.