It’s been seven years today since the worst day of my life. We lit a yorzeit - literally “year time” but really annual memorial - candle last night. They burn about a day. Supermarkets serving areas where anyone Jewish lives typically have them. There is no blessing.
Precisely three weeks before J died, he was in a video, kind of by accident. I had this idea for the klezmer group I was in (I’ve since posted about being flown to North Carolina to play with them) that we should record a video of Auld Lang Syne, put it on YouTube, and send the link to friends and family on New Years Eve as our own electronic New Years card. Two of the band members weren’t available, so we have no cello or string bass. It worked really well; I reconnected with people I hadn’t spoken to in years. And then, a week later, the video took on an entirely different meaning. It is probably the last photograph I have of J and it includes just a little of his voice, counting us in in Yiddish at the beginning and taking us out.
I say kind of by accident because I didn’t know he’d be included in the video. He was with me because I brought him to rehearsals as someone needed to watch him. We were in Temple for Sunday School, how the band started in the first place was by guys looking for something to do while their kids were in Sunday School - there partially to rehearse and partially because J’s little sister was in school. We rehearsed a few times and then, when it became time to shoot, the band gathered around J. I didn’t expect that. He enjoyed the fuss. He always enjoyed fuss. Usually at rehearsals he was bored but on this day he was interested because we were making a video.
This video has actually been posted once before on OurSalon, but not by me. It was posted years ago by JMac.