
Yahrzeit the other day. Went to services. I always find it comforting to listen to the older guys using Ashkenazic pronunciation and speed reading through the service, the droning of innumerable bees, some of them named Seymour. The other night I pointed out to Secundo the differences in the way we pronounced some of the words in the Kaddish. Let no teachable moment go unused.
Also, miss him such a lot, my father.
Also, miss him such a lot, my father.
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