And just like that, our period of mourning has come to an end. Twelve months on the Hebrew calendar have been lived and, during that time, we have transitioned to this new normal.
It happened in a split second. Listening closely for her name, along with all those who died in this season, in years past. And when it was pronounced by the rabbi, I felt a year’s worth of pent-up sorrow released in a single exhalation.
Just as we had done at the conclusion of shiva, the children and I marked GGma’s first yahrtzeit with Entenmann’s chocolate donuts. Round to remind us of life’s constant motion. And because GGma, z”l, loved them. We shared our favourite memories of GGma. We talked about moments that we wish she had shared with us over the past twelve months. We recalled how beautiful she looked in death as in life.
And we found strength in the words of the prophet, Isaiah (40:25).
God gives strength to the weary, fresh vigor to the spent.