On Saturday we went to a birthday party. Typical preschool birthday party, nothing unique. Moon bounce, face painting, pizza, lots of kids running wild. I left the birthday party, dropped Doug and Michael off, and headed to a shiva minyan.
I was paying my respects to the son of close friends of my parents. I had known this young man his entire life. I babysat for him. I remember, when he was about 10, we were watching an episode of "The Golden Girls" on a Saturday night that covered the topic of menopause. 15 year old me, trying to explain periods to a 10 year old boy. Good stuff.
What is so odd to me, is they shared the same first name, David.
Yes David is an incredibly common first name, as is Michael. But who would think I'd be singing happy birthday to a 3 year old David and an hour later saying the mourners kaddish for a 28 year old David.
He was their only child. Their hopes of grandchildren, family vacations, and someone to take care of them when they are old died with him.
As is 3 year old David, and 3 year old Michael.
Sometimes I wish I could see the future.
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That’s so sad. I’m sorry for your loss.
That’s so sad. I’m sorry for your loss.
That’s so sad. I’m sorry for your loss.
That’s so sad. I’m sorry for your loss.
How sad for them, I’m sorry your their loss and for yours as well.
It’s the one bad thing about being an only child. I watch my dad struggle with being an only all the time as my grandmother gets older and more stubborn. I know it may sound selfish, but I am glad that I have my sisters to rely on at times. I think it would be even harder if the shoe were on the other foot. Although the though of every dealing with the death of a child, whether you have 1 or 12, is not something I ever want to face.
How sad for them, I’m sorry your their loss and for yours as well.
It’s the one bad thing about being an only child. I watch my dad struggle with being an only all the time as my grandmother gets older and more stubborn. I know it may sound selfish, but I am glad that I have my sisters to rely on at times. I think it would be even harder if the shoe were on the other foot. Although the though of every dealing with the death of a child, whether you have 1 or 12, is not something I ever want to face.
How sad for them, I’m sorry your their loss and for yours as well.
It’s the one bad thing about being an only child. I watch my dad struggle with being an only all the time as my grandmother gets older and more stubborn. I know it may sound selfish, but I am glad that I have my sisters to rely on at times. I think it would be even harder if the shoe were on the other foot. Although the though of every dealing with the death of a child, whether you have 1 or 12, is not something I ever want to face.
How sad for them, I’m sorry your their loss and for yours as well.
It’s the one bad thing about being an only child. I watch my dad struggle with being an only all the time as my grandmother gets older and more stubborn. I know it may sound selfish, but I am glad that I have my sisters to rely on at times. I think it would be even harder if the shoe were on the other foot. Although the though of every dealing with the death of a child, whether you have 1 or 12, is not something I ever want to face.
Oh, Jodi, I am so sorry.
I hate when perspective slaps you in the face. Sometimes our ignorance and self-absorption is a gift.
(thanks for including the links to the pieces of your faith tradition – it is beautiful, and though I have been to Jewish funerals before, I never learned more about your specific rituals for mourning)
Oh, Jodi, I am so sorry.
I hate when perspective slaps you in the face. Sometimes our ignorance and self-absorption is a gift.
(thanks for including the links to the pieces of your faith tradition – it is beautiful, and though I have been to Jewish funerals before, I never learned more about your specific rituals for mourning)
Oh, Jodi, I am so sorry.
I hate when perspective slaps you in the face. Sometimes our ignorance and self-absorption is a gift.
(thanks for including the links to the pieces of your faith tradition – it is beautiful, and though I have been to Jewish funerals before, I never learned more about your specific rituals for mourning)
Oh, Jodi, I am so sorry.
I hate when perspective slaps you in the face. Sometimes our ignorance and self-absorption is a gift.
(thanks for including the links to the pieces of your faith tradition – it is beautiful, and though I have been to Jewish funerals before, I never learned more about your specific rituals for mourning)
terribly sad. sorry for your friend’s family’s loss.
terribly sad. sorry for your friend’s family’s loss.
terribly sad. sorry for your friend’s family’s loss.
terribly sad. sorry for your friend’s family’s loss.
Oh, just love today and every day after. So sorry.
Oh, just love today and every day after. So sorry.
Oh, just love today and every day after. So sorry.
Oh, just love today and every day after. So sorry.
Jodi, that was beautiful. I am sorry for the loss.
Jodi, that was beautiful. I am sorry for the loss.
Jodi, that was beautiful. I am sorry for the loss.
Jodi, that was beautiful. I am sorry for the loss.
I’m so sorry for your loss. You write about the juxtoposition beautifully.
I’m so sorry for your loss. You write about the juxtoposition beautifully.
I’m so sorry for your loss. You write about the juxtoposition beautifully.
I’m so sorry for your loss. You write about the juxtoposition beautifully.