SO… You spend a while regretting the fact that you did not have more children. Competition is a good think and you suspect that capitalism was born of children who were vying for their parents’ love? affection? pride? attention? When only one person holds the cards – in this case your daughter – it is a monopoly and as monopolies go, she gets to call all the shots. And she did…
SO… what do you do? You make a SANE Thanksgiving! You cook a SANE one-course meal: turkey tenderloins done to perfection, parsnips and carrots roasted with parsley, roasted asparagus, and you clinch it with your specialty – the irresistible cranberry-orange sauce your guests have loved. Dessert is easy because you do not make any. Your dietician will be very proud of you. She is younger and skinnier than your daughter and she gives you a complete hour of her undivided attention. (Of course, your insurance company pays her).
You have eaten heathy and clean-up is easy – two dinner plates, two forks, two knives. And then you go to the movies because the theaters are EMPTY! And you just wonder how your daughter will feel the Thanksgiving she does not get invited.
It was time to light the Yizkor, or memorial candle.We traditionally light it during the week of shiva, or mourning.We light it at sundown just before we light the four major holiday candles.We also light it on the anniversary of the death of a close member the family.The candle represents the soul.Yizkor is the command verb to remember.It would translate into:“He SHALL remember.”Remembering is imperative in our religion.The candle is meant to burn a full 24 hours.
When our department took our supervisor out to celebrate her retirement, we went to a small, lovely Mexican restaurant.It was late afternoon and the staff began to light the candles on our table.My colleague-friend, Debbi, looked at me and I looked back at her.We were the only ones who understood.We burst out in laughter.We could not hold back as the tears streamed down our cheeks. To be continued tomorrow…
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