When a Jewish parent dies, the surviving adult child is obligated to recite the Kaddish, the Mourner’s Prayer that never mentions death, twice a day for 11 months. Prayer books print three versions: the Hebrew, the transliteration of the Hebrew, and a translation into the reader’s primary language, such as English or Spanish.
Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mei raba. Amen.
May His great name be exalted and sanctified. Amen.
I can’t believe I’m wearing jeans. Not even the skinny jeans. I should know better. This is the last time I show up wearing the wrong clothes. Shit.
B’alma di-v’ra chirutei, v’yamlich malchutei
throughout the world
which He has created according to His will.
Is he dating yet? How long does a divorced rabbi have to wait before dating? Will he only date Conservative women? He probably needs someone more religious than me.
I couldn’t be on his radar, could I?
b’chayeichon uvyomeichon uvchayei d’chol beit yisrael, ba’agala uvizman kariv, v’im’ru: “Amen.”
May He establish His kingdom in your lifetime and during your days, and within the life of the entire House of Israel, speedily and soon; and say, Amen.
He’s gotta be younger than me. He’s got three kids. I can’t date a guy with three kids.
Besides, where would we live? There’s no way he’d give up his position to move out west. And there’s no way I’m moving back here. It’s too cold. I can’t move again.
It would be OK for little while, maybe. Date long distance. Travel a bit, maybe. I could go when he organizes a trip to Israel. Hmmmmmmm. Maybe.
Y’hei sh’mei raba m’varach l’alam ul’almei almaya.
May His great name be blessed forever and ever.
He’s a Rabbi, at least. He’s gotta be a decent guy. Is he balding a bit under his yarmulke? Hard to tell what he looks like under the suit. Probably doesn’t have much time to work out. Some people would think he’s handsome. A man trained to listen. That’d be awesome.
Yitbarach v’yishtabach, v’yitpa’ar v’yitromam v’yitnaseh, v’yithadar v’yit’aleh v’yit’halal sh’mei d’kud’sha, b’rich hu,
Blessed and praised, glorified and exalted, extolled and honored, adored and lauded be the name of the Holy One, blessed be He,
I like his smile. It’s true, isn’t it, the pull of a man in uniform? Even if the uniform is a suit and prayer shawl. Like the priests? Pastors? Ministers? I never know what to call them, the ones with the white collar. That collar makes women crazy. I get it. I’m 3 feet behind a swaying tallis and look where I’m off to. Mmmmmmmmm.
l’eila min-kol-birchata v’shirata, tushb’chata v’nechemata da’amiran b’alma, v’im’ru: “Amen.”
beyond all the blessings and hymns, praises and consolations that are ever spoken in the world; and say, Amen.
He smiled when he saw me. What if there’s a spark there? I think his eyes are brown. I’m not supposed to think like this about a rabbi. He’s just tending his flock. He’s tending the whole flock, not one little lost lamb.
I could be a rabbi’s wife. Except I’d end up writing about him. What if I only wrote the positive stuff? Argh.
Y’hei shlama raba min-sh’maya v’chayim aleinu v’al-kol-yisrael, v’im’ru: “Amen.”
May there be abundant peace from heaven, and life, for us and for all Israel; and say, Amen.
Oh God, I’ve zoned out completely. It’s almost over and I haven’t paid attention to a single word. I should practice meditation. Just 10 minutes. Even guided meditation. Fuck, now I’m thinking about meditation. And swearing. Jesus. Argh.
Oseh shalom bimromav, hu ya’aseh shalom, aleinu v’al kol-yisrael, v’imru: “Amen.”
He who creates peace in His celestial heights, may He create peace for us and for all Israel; and say, Amen.
Sorry, Dad. At the exact moment I’m supposed to remember you, spend one miniscule moment honoring you, I forget about you, wander off in the unholy desire to sleep with your rabbi. Or maybe it’s not unholy. Maybe it’s like a dream, a Freudian wish to be held in your arms.
Nah, I was checking out his ass. Oh, God. Forgive me.
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