This weekend, a dear friend lost her mother. At almost ninety, her mother slipped peacefully beyond the bonds of physical infirmity in her sleep. I found out about this when my friend came for a planned social gathering at my home, bringing chocolates for us to share in her mother's memory. Somber but calm, this friend epitomizes generosity, kindness, practicality and patience. Years of raising three active boys have also taught her the art of rolling with life's punches.
She is one of a select few in my life with whom I enjoy spending time. She reads widely, is involved in the larger community as well as our small Reform congregation and works full time, teaching me to read Hebrew on weekends. She is also not afraid of my wheelchair, nor does she shy away from asking questions when necessary. I am in awe of her ability to handle people who drive me round the bend with aplomb. Her aging parents and others have made her keenly aware of disability, something about which she has spoken publicly and I believe rather pragmatically, embraces by describing herself as a TAB or Temporarily Able Bodied person.
This Friday, I and others in our congregation will join her in reading the Mourner's Kaddish for her mother, a task I humbly undertake not only as a Jew but as her friend. Though I never had the pleasure of knowing her mother, from what I've heard, she too was a kind and wise person. Her legacy is a woman I and others are proud to know and love.
Love is the only thing that transcends the enormity of loss.
Until Next Time...