The Yom Kippur that was
I have wonderful, wonderful friends. Reuben and chilawbear had allowed me to participate in their respective synagogues' Yom Kippur services, somethiing I haven't done in a while. I forgot how much easier the fast was just by having someone doing it WITH you, and the services were both quite nice; I hadn't forgotten anywhere near as much as I thought. :: laugh :: Guys, you're wonderful beyond words and I hardly deserve you.
I got a pleasant surprise when I attended Monday morning services -- one of the guys I've known from the likes of Touché was singing at temple. I had NO IDEA he was Jewish -- and apparently vice-versa. And we've known each other for close to seven years now! I don't know how this hasn't come up before ... it makes me wonder how many other of my friends are Jewish and we're just both unaware of one another ^_-
Ay, the Yizkor service, where those who had passed are remembered ... God, that was so hard. With all the talk of my dad with my mother (who called me before attending Greg's temple in tears about missing Dad) and sister, I just lost it right after I hit a portion in the prayer book for "The Loss of a Parent". The aforementioned friend above was in tears too, also having lost a parent fairly recently. We comforted one another, as we both gave a cleansing cry. As hard as it was ... I needed it, I really did.
Later I got caught in a downpour while we stopped off at Reuben's family's house to pick his brother up, and I got soaked in a downpour. Amazingly, his family there (who had no clue who I was and didn't know me from Adam) offered me a towel and a change of clothes when I came in. I'm very amazed, at times, by the hospitality displayed by people some times. It could be just because I'm used to people being amazingly RUDE -- years of retail will do that to you -- but when someone does something like that ... it's nice, you know, to know there's still some good people left.
Shana tova, everyone.
I got a pleasant surprise when I attended Monday morning services -- one of the guys I've known from the likes of Touché was singing at temple. I had NO IDEA he was Jewish -- and apparently vice-versa. And we've known each other for close to seven years now! I don't know how this hasn't come up before ... it makes me wonder how many other of my friends are Jewish and we're just both unaware of one another ^_-
Ay, the Yizkor service, where those who had passed are remembered ... God, that was so hard. With all the talk of my dad with my mother (who called me before attending Greg's temple in tears about missing Dad) and sister, I just lost it right after I hit a portion in the prayer book for "The Loss of a Parent". The aforementioned friend above was in tears too, also having lost a parent fairly recently. We comforted one another, as we both gave a cleansing cry. As hard as it was ... I needed it, I really did.
Later I got caught in a downpour while we stopped off at Reuben's family's house to pick his brother up, and I got soaked in a downpour. Amazingly, his family there (who had no clue who I was and didn't know me from Adam) offered me a towel and a change of clothes when I came in. I'm very amazed, at times, by the hospitality displayed by people some times. It could be just because I'm used to people being amazingly RUDE -- years of retail will do that to you -- but when someone does something like that ... it's nice, you know, to know there's still some good people left.
Shana tova, everyone.