When Jewish people die they Sit Shiva. For a week you go to their house, Pray, eat good food and Honor them.
At sixteen my Gila died. She was the embodiment of a Good Jewish woman. On the first night of her Shiva, Maybe two days after Her death, she had the rabbi read Aloud a note she had Written before she passed.
“Welcome to my Shiva.” The words tumbled from his mouth. I can’t remember whether I Laughed or cried at the absurdity of A dead person welcoming me to Their own memorial.
It was also comforting. They were her words, and at that Time, I could still remember what she Sounded like. I was in her home, surrounded by Her knick knacks and her smell was So distinct. I was connected to her and she Wasn’t even there.
It’s been five and a half years Since she left us. My father has her voicemails saved. I listen to them once in a blue moon. I paint my nails dark brown how She did. Sometimes I think I smell Her perfume when a stranger Stumbles past me.
The only true thing I have left of her Are pictures, memories, and her monkey luggage clip Attached to the suitcase she gifted me When I was a young girl.
Then there’s my granddad, whose Love for her lives on everyday, Even though he’s sort of Forgotten when to eat and how to Dress himself. Not a day goes by Where he doesn’t look at her picture And smile sadly. He doesn’t remember much anymore, But I don’t see how he could Ever forget someone like her. Or how anyone else could.
I wish I could go back and Sit Shiva for her again. There are so many things I have Left unsaid. So many questions and lost stories, Just for her. I say these prayers instead:
Kel Maleh Rachamim (Prayer for the Soul of the Departed) Al molay rachamim, shochayn bam’romim, ham-tzay m’nucha n’chona al kanfay Hash’china, b’ma-alot k’doshim ut-horim k’zo-har haraki-a mazhirim, et nishmat (Gila) she-halcha l-olomoh, ba-avur shenodvu tz’dakah b’ad hazkarat nishmatah. B’Gan Ayden t’hay m’nuchatah; la-chayn Ba-al Harachamim yas-tire-ha b’sayter k’nafav l’olamim, v’yitz-ror bitz-ror hacha-yim et nishmatah, Ado-nay Hu na-chalatah, v’tanu-ach b’shalom al mishkavah. V’nomar: Amayn
March, 2022