shiva call

So on Monday I got an email from a friend, telling me her father died Sunday night. The funeral was Wednesday afternoon, and she'd be sitting shiva Wednesday night throught Sunday night.

I wasn't able to go to the funeral, but I paid a shiva call Wednesday night.

Our synagogue has minyan - an evening service - every night. When someone is sitting shiva, we move the service from the synagogue to the home of the mourners. We as a community come together to comfort the bereaved.

I recited the prayers and made conversation.

And cried. Cried for my friend, who lost her father.

And cried for myself, imagining myself in my friend's role.

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