Saying Kaddish

Just a few weeks before my mother passed, I can recall looking at the women gathering in synagogue to recite the mourner's Kaddish. I wondered if I would stand with them, bearing the weight of that committment, if I were in their shoes. While the news came swiftly and without warning, one of the only things I knew with absolute certainty during that time was that I was going to be reciting it. And here I am, just over two months later, standing with them.

Lately, I feel encouraged to write and to express myself. I didn't know I had so much to say. About grief, loss, community, prayer and womanhood within those confines.. This space, then, will become a diary of this mourner's Kaddish.