Sept 3, 2009

As I sit in the back yard, with the pool to my left and the new plantings against the wall in front of me, I search for the tangerine tree that Judah loved. Its very small , never realizing its potential, gives a few fruits a season, and I wait for it to grow up and strong. In many ways, I think its a metaphor for Judah's life. Short, full of potential but...

I thought I was going to be fine on the actual English date of his passing, as I already got through his Yarzheit and then his birthday. It was not so, the actual date was anticlimactic I thought, but the day after was when it all hit like a ton of bricks.

I woke up early feeling uneasy, but not having a specific reason, I walked the dog, took a swim, and then got ready for work. Then the phone rang, I was tempted to let it go to voice mail, but it showed an out of state number, thinking it might be my father's aid, I took the call. It was Lisa K. She remembered the date Judah's passing, and called to stay in touch.
She now has four children, and is working. Lis and Judah went to sackler together and shared many wonderful times. ( a few hairy moments when Judah got sick in Israel). She was a special friend, Listening to her helped so much. Its wonderful to know that Judah is well remembered.
Its saturday and the world seems calmer after the fires. (We were not affected, except for the bad air quality). There is a light breeze, and a squirrel came within a few inches of where I am sitting. Almost as if she wanted to say hello. I hear her babies chirping for her. They must be hungrey. Monty is sitting at full attention ready to protect his turf.

Rosh Ha shana will be coming soon, Judah loved the holidays, and I will invite his friends to come over as always. Its a strong testiment to him that they all keep in touch.

A Sweet new year