Hello

7:30 AM - People appear. People disappear. Someone just reappeared in the kindest way: "12ish or 1ish also work, so you can totally see what you're up to in the morning." About a month after my mother died this friend reached out with a tangible offer to meet, vent, talk. The plan is for that to happen this morning, or afternoon, and I am grateful.

Sometimes we reach out and then there's a perceptible snub from the one we reached out to. Some pull away from the one who pulled away. Others reach out again. That's, perhaps the meaning of "Nachamu, nachamu," the collective Jewish People pull away from first attempts to ease our pain of loss.

I feel the expression of having lost someone is apt when a loved one dies because you look and cannot find.

9:37 AM - Back from minyan and eating Quisp for the first time since this post (a post that's at the top of my personal favorite list). Pacing is key in davening from the amud. This minyan was at the pace that I usually daven at, actually even a bit slower. Usually the minyanim I daven in are way faster than I can say the words. Every minyan has a set starting time, I've learned that most minyamin have an even more critical ending time. Life lessons abound.

12:15 PM - Off for the city soon.

Whoever wrote that great song was right, life is like but a dream.