Counting for Something
Only five people were expected. Which is why I was surprised to see an assemblege of a dozen or so, gathered by the side of the road.
“My mother wanted this to be a simple, low-key sort of thing,” remarked the grieving son, when offered condolences from this group of strangers.
“We can leave…if you would prefer the privacy,” replied one.
“We came to offer comfort,” said another.
“We came so that you would have a minyan for Kaddish,” rejoined a third.
That is what it means to live in community. To know that your presence counts. To know that if you are need, someone will come to your aid. That you will not grieve alone.
And this is what we are leaving behind…