One excruciating year

Tomorrow marks one year since MY MOM died (obviously I wasn’t going to post about it on Shabbat). It has been the most excruciating year for MY DAD and THE DIVA, too. This afternoon we unveiled the headstone of my mom’s grave. Thank you to all of those who have helped to support my family and I as we figure out life without MY MOM. After one year I can say that mostly what we realize is how lucky we are to have memories and pictures, a community of friend who are like family, family who we actually like to be around, and most of all each other.

The pain of MY MOM’s death will never go away. But every day I will try to focus on the wonderful memories and life lessons that I have learned the easy way and “the Ellie way.”

May MY MOM’s memory forever be for a blessing for all of those who knew her, and especially for MY DAD, THE DIVA, and I.

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Veteran’s Day

I found these poems online and find them to be an appropriate marker of Veteran’s Day.

Alden Solovy

Veterans Day Prayer

G-d of compassion,

G-d of dignity and strength,

Watch over the veterans of the United States

In recognition of their loyal service to our nation.

Bless them with wholeness and love.

Shelter them.

Heal their wounds,

Comfort their hearts.

Grant them peace.

G-d of justice and truth,

Rock of our lives,

Bless our veterans,

These men and women of courage and valor,

With a deep and abiding understanding

Of our profound gratitude.

Protect them and their families from loneliness and want.

Grant them lives of joy and bounty.

May their dedication and honor

Be remembered as a blessing

From generation to generation.

Blessed are You,

Protector and Redeemer,

Our Shield and our Stronghold.

To the Soldier, To the Veteran

These things I do not know:

The sound of a bullet.

The power of a blast.

The blood of a comrade.

The depth of your wound.

The terror at midnight.

The dread at dawn.

Your fear or your pain.

These things I know:

The sound of your honor.

The power of your courage.

The blood of your wound.

The depth of your strength.

The terror that binds you.

The dread that remains.

Your dignity and your valor.

For these things we pray:

The sound of your laughter.

The power of your voice.

The blood of your yearning.

The depth of your healing.

The joy that frees you.

The hope that remains.

Your wholeness and your love.

The Last Soldier

When the last soldier passes on,

When armies are disbanded and militias discharged,

When weapons are abandoned and armor discarded,

Your mission will, at last, be over.

For you know the soldier’s secret.

Yours was not a mission of war

Nor a mission of ruin.

Yours was not a mission of destruction

Nor a mission of death.

Your mission was safety, security, protection.

Your mission was honor, loyalty, service.

Your mission was to end violence, tyranny, despair.

When the last soldier passes on,

When the uniforms are retired and the final grave filled,

We will remember all who served and sacrificed for our nation.

Until then G-d of Old,

Watch over our soldiers and our veterans.

Renew their courage.

Rebuild their strength.

Heal their wounds.

Bind their hearts with Your steadfast love.

Remember them,

Bless then,

Sustain them,

And give them peace.

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I love my computer

A few days ago I had to take my computer to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store. There are some people who are very anti-Apple products. I respect their view, however, I have only had positive experiences with m Apple products. I was visiting about something about something different regarding my hard drive space and I mentioned another battery problem and through a surprising, quick decision, I walked out with a brand new battery. Thank you, Apple.

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The night of broken glass remembered

Today is the commemoration of Kristallnacht, the night of broken glass. It was November 9, 1938 in Nazi Germany and parts of Austria that synagogues, homes and businesses owned by Jews, and people were brutally destroyed.

Though Kristallnacht was 73 years ago. Today there is still so much hate in our world. What are you doing to fight hate in our world?

Yep, I’m still doing NaBloPoMo. 

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What is an unveiling

No one has actually asked me, however I am going to take this opportunity to teach you about the custom of unveiling a marker in the Jewish tradition.

Reprinted from myjewishlearning.com

Since ancient times, it has been the custom to mark the grave with a stone or monument. After Rachel died, “Jacob erected a monument on Rachel’s grave” (Genesis 35:20). The marker or monument serves to identify the grave so that relatives will find it when they visit, honor the memory of the deceased, and identify a place of burial…

Jewish tradition makes no stipulation as to the size or type of marker or monument, but most cemeteries have specific guidelines. The Jewish teaching that all are equal in death often serves as a guide to choosing an appropriate headstone.

The marker usually includes: the English and Hebrew name of the deceased, the dates of birth and death in English and Hebrew, and the relationship to other family members (i.e., father/mother, husband/wife, grandfather/grandmother, sister/ brother, etc.).

Unveiling

It is customary for the grave marker to be put in place and for an unveiling ceremony to be held after the Kaddish period [11 months for parents and 30 days for other close relatives] is over, but no later than one year after the death. While many families wait until almost the full year has passed to do the unveiling, it may be done sooner; in Israel the stone is usually placed soon after sheloshim [the first 30 days of mourning].Jewish headstone

It is customary, before leaving the gravesite, to place a small stone on the marker to indicate that someone has visited the grave. This tradition may also reflect the biblical practice of marking the grave with a pile of stones. Or, it may be the end result of the custom of writing notes to the deceased and pushing them into crevices in the headstone just as notes are pushed into the Western Wall in Jerusalem. When no crevice could be found, the note was weighted down with a stone. In time, the paper disintegrated or blew away leaving only the stone. Thus, some began to think that the leaving of a stone was the custom… and so it became the custom.

THE DIVA and I are leaving Thursday for the unveiling service. This weekend will also mark one year since MY MOM died (the date on the Jewish calendar was 5 Kislev and won’t happen for a few more weeks). As you can see from the somewhat lengthy description above, the unveiling is important mostly because I believe it is a part of the path acknowledging that life is different now and forever will be.

 

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Fancy nails

Today I took a little ‘me’ time and I got a mani/pedi. It is going to be a very emotional week (one year since MY MOM died, more on that later) so I was feeling a little bit silly. I noticed my nail place had the new muppet collection posted to the right. I was going to get the green glittery color (fresh frog of Bel Air) and I decided that was a bit too much. Instead I got the red sparkles (Gettin’ Miss Piggy with it) on my hands and a color called Pepe’s Purple Passion.

Awesome. I know.

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My iPad

Is where I writing this post from. And that’s about all I’ve got for NaBloPoMo today.

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It is raining

In Southern California. Yay! The weather has generally been quite pleasant this fall and the rain is a fantastic thing because it will help saturate the ground in order to prevent any forest fires. Hopefully it won’t rain all weekend long (Los Angelinos aren’t so great with the rain and then they get in my way. Yes I am a Los Angelina, however I lived for so many years in other climates that when it comes to weather, I do not get phased).

Just so you are aware, though it is NaBloPoMo, I will not be posting on Shabbat. See you on Sunday. Shabbat Shalom!

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I am not a morning person

This morning I had a meeting at school at 7:30am. I did not get up at any earlier than usual. I did bathe (you’re welcome classmates). The challenge for me is not the waking up, it is the being around people and speaking in coherent sentences. Does anyone else have this challenge? Is it just me?

Fortunately, because I know how you worry, dear reader, my meeting took place at a coffee establishment so I was at least guaranteed my morning cup of joe.

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I heart public radio

When I lived in that country to the north one of the things that I missed most was National Public Radio. I did listen to CBC radio but honestly, it wasn’t the same. Now that I’m back in SoCal I am a loyal listener and subscriber to one of the two local NPR stations, KPCC. I find that listening to NPR teaches me something new every time. I learn about new happenings. I understand global issues better (the other day there was a great synopsis of the Greek debt crisis in more layman’s terms). I learn of new and upcoming music (have you heard the new Muppet album? It is phenomenal).

When MY DAD used to drive THE DIVA and I to school when he was in town during our high school days we weren’t terribly interested in talking. It was usually before 7am (high school started at 7:30). THE DIVA and I are not at our best in the morning. MY DAD always had NPR on in the car. When I started driving, I too listened to NPR. At my alma mater NPR was often on the radio.

I do love music. I listen to that, also. There’s something about listening to the radio when driving really keeps my brain working, piques my interest and I always learn something. Love you, NPR.

I’m participating in NaBloPoMo, are you?

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