Shiv’ah
I am writing this column right after getting up from shiv’ah. The people who came to be menachem aveil (consoling the mourner) have left. Those who came to help make sure that we had a minyan for all three daily davenings had left. The items supplied by Misaskim were taken back. For them, life has gone back to the way it was. For me it has not. I was debating whether or not to write about my mother, Etta Hecht. Someone suggested that I wait until shloshim (30 days after burial) to give me more time. I decided to accept the suggestion, but I want to make certain observations relating to shiv’ah and the last few days of my mother’s life.
