A Year of Kaddish

The first day of summer was a warm one here, and it felt good to ride to shul a little after 6 this morning in short sleeves.

“Your 11 months of saying Kaddish is up soon isn’t it?” a fellow davener asked me yesterday afternoon as we were walking in for mincha.

He was right. Today, or actually, Sunday, marked my last week of the 11 months. This evening at services, I observed the poetry of those in attendance. A couple teenagers, done with school for the year, but happy to make part of the minyan. And a 90-something year old who doesn’t speak English, just Yiddish and Russian, and of course, prays in Hebrew. He had a yarhzeit tonight, so I davened mincha and he followed with the ma’ariv service.

It was still warm when we walked out about a quarter to nine tonight. Ahh, summer in the Northeast. When it’s not humid, and it wasn’t too bad today, it’s lovely.