Get your mind out of the gutter.
Voyeurism is the practice of spying on people engaged in intimate behaviors. What could be more intimate than mourning a loved one, and yet, I am frequently invited to be a bystander, a fly on the wall, watching. At times I direct, but rarely do I participate.
Today I presided at a funeral. Evelyn Sher was not a young woman. She lived a long, full life. I did not know her.
As a rabbi I get to participate in many, many life cycle events. Births, deaths, weddings, special birthdays and anniversaries, and even more. Through these special, emotional events I get to know people. From some of these people I have years to learn, but for others, like Mrs. Sher, their lives are done. I get to know them only posthumously. On Friday I met Evelyn's children. Today I met her daughter-in-law, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. From them I learned that Evelyn was a strong woman. She loved music. She was kind, and thankful for everything in her life. She was ahead of her years. And she was much more.
Not only did I learn from the words they spoke, but I learned from what I saw. I saw a tight-knit family. I saw a great-grandchild slide closer to his cousin, Evelyn's grandson. I saw Evelyn's grandson place his arm around his younger cousin passing on love and comfort. I saw the lessons of family, so important to Evelyn, passed on to her descendants. The love and connection was clear in their touch and their looks. It is a lesson that is not spoken of, but learned in every moment.
As a rabbi I am honored and humbled to stand on the sidelines and watch these families. I learn from them; I am awed by them. I said today, that when I bless my own daughter every Friday night I think of our matriarchs, of Sara and Rebekah, or of Rachel and of Leah, but over time I also think of the amazing strong women I meet in these moments. The women who raised their families and taught them the lessons of our people throughout history.
Tonight I think of Evelyn, and I am happy to have been able to know her even that little bit.
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