My parents are gone, but I still have their things. A plate, a chair, a matchbook, a sweater, an old cell phone. Something of them lives on in this stuff. Send a picture of an object and tell me what it does to you and how it makes you feel about your mom and dad, dead or alive. Then go clean up your room. Thank you
My mother was nurturing, soothing, caring, and also deeply religious. But after my grandmother died, a fight broke out between her and her brothers. This went on for years. Meanwhile she was committed to ‘bensh lecht’ – lighting candles – every week – to bring the spirit of Shabbos and peace into our home. And when we sat down for our Shabbos dinner on Friday nights, Challah bread was always on the table. This simple cloth was her imprimatur. After dinner my mother would ruminate about her brothers. She would take a knife and use the handle to scribble words using the challah crumbs. When she died in 1987 I notified her brothers as she had requested. After two decades of no communication I have them back. I light candles and have Challah bread on the table every Friday night and think of my mother and hope she is at peace.