Rachel Goldberg-Polin’s devastating memoir about her kidnapped and murdered son, Hersh, reveals what happens when grief no longer fits inside the structures meant to contain it.
Thank you for that wise perspective. There are the parcels that are so public, vulnerable, instructive. I think about the other five murdered with Hersh. Families grieving privately. How they are doing.? The hundreds of others killed on October 7th. The ongoing blood libel of K’lal Yisrael. The daily (less so now) of the young soldiers pictures, all with the beautiful Jewish names reminding us we’re family. The Resolve. Resilience. It’s personal. It’s who we are.
this post was a touching reminder about how interconnected we are. I weep for the families who lost loved ones, but at the same time I feel galvanized by the fact that collectively Jews are stronger when we band together when the world does its worst. I love you all my brothers and sisters!
Adam, you are a magnificent writer. Your interpretation of Rachel's book is profound, and leaves me filled with depth and understanding. I will take it with me as I continue to read her book.
I cannot comprehend the depth of this mother's grief. She will walk in grief for the rest of her life and I don't know (and neither does she) if there will be any mellowing change in her grief.
What I do know is that our God is a loving God. In this cruel world it may not appear that way though.
I will pray for her. Pray that she might find relief in her lifetime.
But even if she doesn't she will finally find not just relief, but joy. And I don't make less of her grief by saying this.
I just wish Judaism gave us more knowledge and insight into what follows after we've finished our journey here in mortality.
I hesitate to post this because I believe I'll be scalped for saying all this, but I will post this anyway.
Thank you for that wise perspective. There are the parcels that are so public, vulnerable, instructive. I think about the other five murdered with Hersh. Families grieving privately. How they are doing.? The hundreds of others killed on October 7th. The ongoing blood libel of K’lal Yisrael. The daily (less so now) of the young soldiers pictures, all with the beautiful Jewish names reminding us we’re family. The Resolve. Resilience. It’s personal. It’s who we are.
this post was a touching reminder about how interconnected we are. I weep for the families who lost loved ones, but at the same time I feel galvanized by the fact that collectively Jews are stronger when we band together when the world does its worst. I love you all my brothers and sisters!
Adam, you are a magnificent writer. Your interpretation of Rachel's book is profound, and leaves me filled with depth and understanding. I will take it with me as I continue to read her book.
Beautiful!
🙏😞💔🙏🫂
I cannot comprehend the depth of this mother's grief. She will walk in grief for the rest of her life and I don't know (and neither does she) if there will be any mellowing change in her grief.
What I do know is that our God is a loving God. In this cruel world it may not appear that way though.
I will pray for her. Pray that she might find relief in her lifetime.
But even if she doesn't she will finally find not just relief, but joy. And I don't make less of her grief by saying this.
I just wish Judaism gave us more knowledge and insight into what follows after we've finished our journey here in mortality.
I hesitate to post this because I believe I'll be scalped for saying all this, but I will post this anyway.
After all it will only be a virtual scalping.
🙏🙏😞💔🫂🌹🌸