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The Long Goodbye, Part I

12 Thursday May 2011

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Six months is a long time to say goodbye – or at least it seems like a long time. When I initially received the letter announcing that one of the Rabbis at my shul would be leaving in six months (and the other Rabbi in a year – but that’s another post), I was both surprised and saddened but I told myself that I’d have six months to get used to the idea. That first service after receiving the letter was tough – I had a hard time looking up from the Siddur and just hearing the Rabbi’s voice brought me to tears. Gradually, however, things got better. After all, I reasoned, six months was a long time. So, I put it out of my mind and continued on as if nothing had really changed – or was about to.

A week or so ago, reality began to seep back into my consciousness with the announcement of a going-away celebration. This was followed by a reminder that one of the Rabbi’s last services would be held just a few weeks from now. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the fact that six long months had somehow become one very short month and now, I must begin to come to terms with the fact that before the “official” start of summer, the Rabbi will be gone.

I met Rabbi FS several years ago when I initially began the formal process for conversion. I was attending the required Introduction to Judaism class at a different synagogue and Rabbi FS was a substitute for the Rabbi that normally taught the class. It was a two-hour, one-time meeting and I remember thinking that besides having excellent teaching skills, Rabbi FS had something else that I felt “connected” to – a true passion for Judaism that expressed itself through both the forcefulness of the words and the animation of the facial expressions that radiated naturally from the Rabbi .  At the time, I couldn’t have known what the future had in store for my life or that this Rabbi would be a part of it.

The death of my Dad and the purchase of the house I grew up in brought me to the synagogue that I am now a member of. When I realized that Rabbi FS was one of two Rabbis at the shul, I was both surprised and delighted.  As I continued to move toward my conversion and got to know Rabbi FS I realized why, a few years before in that one Introduction to Judaism class,  I had felt a connection to the Rabbi. It was the passion.

For years, I had attempted to articulate to anyone that would listen why I felt so driven to study Judaism. Throughout my undergraduate and graduate studies, each time I answered the question, “What’s your major?” I looked for a glimmer of understanding and recognition in the eyes of the person or persons staring back at me and for years I was met with the same puzzled, glazed look and the familiar refrain, “What are you going to do with that [degree]?” After the first conversation I had with the Rabbi, I knew I had found someone else that not only understood my passion but shared it as well. I no longer had to keep my excitement over a point made by  Robert Alter to  myself or hide my enthusiasm over discovering a brilliant Hebrew pun in Torah and through study, sermons, conversation, and written word, I was given the opportunity to learn from the Rabbi things I never imagined I was capable of learning.

It is simply impossible for me to convey, in one blog post, the impact Rabbi FS has made on my life and the loss I will feel after this incredible person has left. I know the Rabbi has touched each and every person at my shul and I know that the going-away celebrations and final service will be filled with people who love, respect, and will genuinely miss Rabbi FS. I know that the next few weeks will be an emotional whirlwind for the Rabbi and I know that out of the hundreds of members of my shul, I will get lost in the crowd. I knew, six months ago, that saying goodbye to Rabbi FS would be both logistically and emotionally difficult for me and for the last six months, I’ve been trying to figure out how I would do it. Sometime along the way, I began working on this post. 

Thank you, Rabbi, for what you’ve taught me about God and thank you for showing me what it means to be fully Jewish. Thank you for sharing your passion with me and thank you for allowing me to share my passion with you. Thank you for giving me the courage and confidence to do things I never thought I could (or would) do and thank you for helping me become a better person. Thank you for being uniquely and genuinely who you are and for being unafraid to show that person to those around you. And finally, thank you for changing my life in ways you will never know. Six months is a long time to say goodbye – but not nearly long enough.

2011 Already?

19 Wednesday Jan 2011

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I had intended to post something on my long-neglected blog before 2010’s end however, time slipped away from me and as I looked at the calendar today and noticed it was already mid-January I began to panic. Then I realized that my last post was October 15th! Looking back over the past three months I can identify many reasons for not taking the time to blog… ironically enough, many of those experiences are the exact reason I began my blog in the first place. So, without further explanation here are some things I’ll write about over the next few days, weeks, and months:

  • The discovery of a tumor in my brain (benign – whew!).
  • The announcement that BOTH Rabbis at my shul will be leaving, one this year, the other next year.
  • The worsening of my migraines – both in frequency and severity.
  • The side-effects of the new medication I’m taking for migraines (I shake as though I am experiencing some type of withdrawal).
  • My experiences teaching the weekly Torah Portion at my shul.
  • My continued battle with food/weight.

So for those that have followed me, I’m back after a small hiatus. Thanks for sticking with me. For those that may have just discovered this blog, keep reading. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

We Always Laugh

17 Monday May 2010

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We’ve known each other for over 10 years. We met on a silent retreat we both attended for very different reasons.  Neither one of us went there to find a life-long friend but the fact that we did is truly a gift from G-d.

He landed at John Wayne Airport last night and I was waiting to pick him up and take him to San Bernardino County. By this afternoon he’ll be headed to points East and by the end of the week he’ll return to Chicago where he makes his home.  We had just a few hours to spend together so we did what we usually do; had dinner, laughed, talked, laughed some more, hugged, and said goodbye until next time.  On the drive back to Orange County I thought about him and our friendship over the years.

What’s amazing to me is that we met at all.  A silent retreat is just that – silent. No talking (except during Mass and the hour we met with our Spiritual Advisor), no catching one another’s gaze, no communication with the “outside world.” Never being one who follows all the rules, all it took was a nudge from my new friend to begin clandestine walks to the yogurt shop in town and secret meetings on a bench overlooking the northern half of the Bay Area.  During those “top-secret” meetings we talked about our families, G-d, and our lives in general and we discovered that we shared more in common than just the fact that we decided to attend a silent retreat. But most importantly, we laughed. Laughed until we couldn’t breath. Laughed until we got the hiccups. Laughed so hard our bodies shook  when we tried to pretend we weren’t laughing. There, in this silent, sacred environment, we both experienced G-d through one another and through our laughter.

I went to spend Thanksgiving with him the following November and he came to see me in sunny California the summer after that. We spoke on the phone and sent one another cards and letters. We were there for one another during the most significant, painful times in our lives. We fought once or twice but ended up closer each time we reconciled. We both met our partners at relatively the same time and shared the details of our dates like excited high school students. He and his partner came to my wedding and Scully’s Mom and I went to Chicago where they showed us the sights.  And in the midst of it all, we continued to laugh.

Despite everything that’s changed in my life and all the things that have changed in his, we’ve remained friends. Despite the fact that we live a 4 hour plane ride apart, we’ve managed to see one another as often as possible and despite the unfortunate events that have occurred in our lives over the past couple of years or so we’ve managed to continue laughing every time we talk.  Laughing with him is truly joyful because it’s never a courteous or nervous laugh but a genuine, whole-hearted, belly laugh. He’s one of the few people in my life that can make me laugh by just looking at me and for that and so many other reasons, I truly love him.

Here’s to you my dear friend from the Windy City and here’s to hearing your laughter on the other end of the line. I love you very much and when I think of you and the things we’ve done during our 10 + years of friendship, I hope you know that I usually smile, but I always laugh.