A thousand times I uttered her Hebrew name.
A thousand times.
Fervently uttering prayersÂ
for her healing.
A thousand times
I manifested theÂ
eradicationÂ
of that cancer from your lung, Mommy.Â
There came a day whereÂ
I saw her spot on the
Mi Shebierakh list as aÂ
sort of purgatory,Â
Trapping us
with theÂ
false hope of recovery,Â
And her
among those thatÂ
still had a chance,
and the will,
to continue their fight.  Â
Now, in her rest, she is released. Her name transferred to a record eternal.Â
What of a healing for us,Â
A healing for the broken-hearted,Â
The left behind,Â
still longing,Â
loving.Â
May our healing not be speedy,Â
But may it emanate
from the heavens.Â
May we have the timeÂ
to navigate our grief
with grace
at a paceÂ
all our own.Â
May we touch both theÂ
peaks of gratitude,Â
And know the depths of despair.Â
May our journey through this wildernessÂ
forever change us,Â
drawing us closer to her memory.Â
May the God of our ancestors,Â
The One who blessed Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, Leah, Zilphah, and Bilhah,Â
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,Â
Bless and healÂ
all who knew not a perfect healing.Â
Help us to appreciate the perfection of the life that we lost,Â
Affirm the strength of our faith,Â
And grant us the courage
To takeÂ
oneÂ
step
At a time.