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From this masculine ritual came the invitation to share whatever I wanted to share about my dad as a way to honor both of us. My heart was strong and open and true words flowed with tears and laughter that gave permission for others to share their stories it felt as if we were an ancient tribe connected through the mountains, the sounds and the tradition calling to us through our ancestors.
That Green Mountain kaddish opened our hearts. My dad loved the mountains and the sea; sailing and skiing were his favorite outdoor activities and he taught me both.
Dad was 82 when he skied for the last time and appalled that Vail Resorts barely gave him a discount on a lift ticket! My parents had a few vacations in Breckenridge and loved both the mountain and the town.
One Monday in February, I was skiing with various friends in Breck and had access to a beautiful penthouse condo with a massive balcony overlooking the mountain. I knew that there were plenty of Jews out on the slopes that day, including good friends, and was determined to end the ski day with a minyan and a kaddish; I sent lots of text messages to make it happen.
One of the participants was my good friend Dave, who happens to own an amazing brewery Broken Compass and supplied plenty of lovely craft beer to go along with the Breckenridge Bourbon. So, we gathered outside in the freezing air looking out over the runs we had skied, and I spoke about my dad and I led a diverse group of Jews in a mincha service and got to say kaddish in this place that he loved.
I felt so grateful that people made such an effort to show up and be a part of this, but soon realized that they were grateful to me too, thanking me profusely for allowing them to participate. This was an important lesson for me; a reminder that usually when we ask someone to help us perform a mitzvah, we are helping them too, and we all grow through connections that give meaning, especially when we share authentically with each other. That is where the true power of community comes alive.
The Thursday night before, his parents hosted all of us who had come in from overseas for a dinner on the beach. My parents always did just that whenever they could. Others shared memories of him too and far from taking anything away from the joyful Bar Mitzvah weekend, this minyan for kaddish actually added a richness and depth in a way that ritual can. Dad loved the sea, the water, possibly even more than the mountains, so minyan by the Med brought his seafaring soul to presence. There were other extraordinary kaddish moments that punctuated these mourning months, out in the wilderness, on the trail, in classrooms and halls and basements.
Yet, some of my daily practices, less by choice than by circumstance at first, were done completely alone in my living room. When I found the text of a special kaddish to be said when you cannot get a minyan, something shifted, giving me permission for a different and sweet daily remembrance that did not require community.
Please remember all of the loving kindness and goodness that he did in the world of the living. Grant him peaceful rest under the wings of the Shechinah and bind his soul to the eternal bond of life. May the One who makes peace on high, make peace for us and for all Israel and let us say Amen. My father was a self-defined agnostic and he may have found some of the effort I went to say kaddish a bit ridiculous, but I feel sure that that he would have loved some of them too.
I am not sure what it means that I no longer have the official status of a mourner, now that the year on the Hebrew calendar is complete, and kaddish turns from a daily ritual to an annual one. I do know that the integration of these three different ways of saying kaddish; in the various established synagogues, minyanim in extraordinary places and moments of memory alone, framed my year and gave me strength. Marc Soloway.
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