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Saturday was the yearly anniversary of my mother’s passing. As is the Jewish custom, I lit a memorial candle that burns for 24 hours and said the Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. Now, I almost looking forward to the date cycling around. I use it as a context to feel close and offer gratitude for all that she gave me, which I neglected to express while she walked the earth. No gripes about my Mom during these 24 hours. I save that for another day.
Never Say Goodbye by Michael Dumontier and Neil Farber [1]