“Yitgadal v’yitgadash sh’me raba…”

The flowing Aramaic billows out over the cemetery with an eerie resonance, long remembered rote coming out, the meaning engraved at untold depths in our minds. Someone cries, a piercing shriek of a sob that stabs through the overcast clouds and the fog of my mind, makes me shake and look down in a pitiful pantomime of sympathy, something I should be able to express directly to his family. Continue reading →