It’s been a year

It’s been a year

No one really can know how it will feel when you need to say goodbye to someone who is irreplaceable. It’s a searing aching longing pain that goes to the bottom of your soul and seems to rise and fall depending on what you do and where you are.
A particular difficult day is the YORTZIET or yearly comeration day. That is today as I write thse words. In many ways those very difficult moments of parting which happened a year ago come back again with all that entails.
There are those that say that no one is ever really ready for a passing of a parent, no matter how old or sick. I feel how true this saying is today.
I remember very well my own father lighting his Yartziet light for his parents twice a year and going to shul to say Kaddish on their souls. He was after all the only surviving son of those parents as the others were murdered by the Nazis. I would accompany him on occasion to these shul visits and remember always reusing the Yartziet lights as glasses to drink out of later.
The stark reality that time has transformed us from children to adults is somehow difficult to grasp and comprehend. We will always be our parents children and saying goodbye may be natural by very painful.
A year has gone by and the tears have been flowing.

I was taught by my Father never to give up, no matter what.
He continues to live through his children and his grandchildren.
Our love for him will not stop but get greater as time goes on.
His memory should be a blessing for all who knew him.
His loving Son
David