So, my Mother died during my hearing. She had a heart attack watching Governor Pataki rail at me, demanding I resign. As I sat shiva, newsmen prowled outside until shooed by Kendall, out neighbor. My brother blamed me for her death. Family deserted me. Few came to our home.
I was refused an extension of time to appear, a point noted somewhere in the decisions supporting my removal. I never really got a chance to mourn or grieve.
Today, we are traveling through Europe. A rabbi has been brought aboard to lead the seder. At his lecture on Jewish values, I asked the assembled crowd if people would join to make a minyan. Yes, women are invited.
We got 8. Found Kaddish prayer on my I Pad. Rabbi asked if I could read Hebrew. I said, “yes, as long as I don’t cry too much.” I did cry and we did say Kaddish.
Lorin,
This is such a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing. Must have been very moving for you, for it certainly moved me to tears. Sad and yet very beautiful… Love you.
I didn’t know that part of the tragedy around your removal ordeal. Sorry to hear that occurred as well. Continue to remain relevant. I find it’s the best testament to what matters.
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