Dad's fourth yahrtzeit
Today, the 3rd day of the Jewish month of Cheshvan, marks Dad's fourth yahrtzeit (anniversary of the date of his death). That's Dad holding my brother and me in the picture (I'm the one standing). I still have imaginary conversations in my head with him and Mom in which I update them about their great-grandchildren, most of whom Dad never met (Mom never met any of them).
The rabbis tell us that on each anniversary of a person's death, once they have made it to the Garden of Eden, they rise another level. That's why on a yahrtzeit, the children are told that the neshama (soul) should 'have an aliya' (be uplifted).
Shabbat Shalom to all of you.
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