Larry My Love

Today, 4 Sivan, is Larry’s yahrzeit. A year plus, since it’s been a Jewish leap year, with that extra month. A beeswax yahrzeit candle burns in his honor in my kitchen; I like that spicy-honey scent. I feel the year passage of time because of the upcoming holiday of Shavuot, which celebrates the giving of the Ten Commandments; holidays spark memories of other holidays. Shavuot 2013 fell two days after Larry’s passing, and we delayed the funeral until after the holiday, in order to be able to observe a full shiva. That Shavuot was a limbo, a haze for me, shock. I don’t often go to synagogue on this holiday, even tho it’s considered one of the major ones. My main observance is to participate in a Tikkun Leil Shavuot, a tradition of studying all night once the holiday begins after sunset. I’ve never made it all the way through the night, but often attend study sessions until 1 or 2am.

Last year, I didn’t go. Couldn’t bring myself to face the crowds, to be participatory.

While the passage of time distances me from the time Larry was here, Eitan was here, I also welcome the padding of distance from the Day of Loss, because when the grief is so fresh and gaping, it is excruciating.

And even tho I dislike the concept of “is it easier now that time has passed?” perhaps because it feels like a betrayal to think that such profound losses could ever be easy, I can acknowledge that the grief is not as piercing. That Shavuot 2014 will be more bearable. I have gone to classes at Larry’s shul, where we studied together. And I miss him, terribly, and yet it feels like I am honoring him, us, by continuing this activity that we both enjoyed.


Many friends who had known Larry gathered with me yesterday in the June sunshine at the cemetery, sharing happy memories near his life dates carved in stone. There were friends who have known him for decades, and those who just met him months before he passed away, and I appreciated hearing these Larry Stories.

Here’s what I read:

Seven years ago, in March 2007, I met Larry online. We had an immediate connection that continued when we spoke on the phone, and then, happily, when we met in person.

One thing we liked to do together was study – take classes in Tanach and Talmud. I was reminded of this yesterday at shul. It was a bat mitzvah, and the haftorah portion for Naso was from Shoftim, Judges, about the birth of Samson. This was something Larry and I had studied a few years ago, with Rabbi Samuels. I appreciated the comfort of feeling this connection to Larry.

The connection between Naso and the haftorah is in Numbers Chapter 6, a section on Nazirite vows – the concept of making a vow to God, usually for a set amount of time. During that time, a Nazir doesn’t drink wine or cut their hair. Samson was a born Nazirite, a unique condition.

Immediately following the section on Nazirite vows is what is known as the Priestly Blessing, which parents say to their children on Friday night Shabbat. This passage also resonates with me regarding Larry, because I know he loved giving this blessing to his daughters. “There is something about the gleam of the candles, the ritual of singing, giving a blessing to my kids if they are over, and sanctifying the wine and challah that is truly wonderful,” he wrote to me early on.

Larry’s love for his daughters was one of the things that attracted me to him, and he especially liked when they were with him Friday night, and he could bless them. This extended to his son-in-law Will; it gave him great naches to say these words to his children. And I know the feeling – whenever I’m with my kids for Shabbat dinner, because I am not with them every Shabbat, I savor the time to touch their heads and say these words:

כד יְבָרֶכְךָ יְהוָה, וְיִשְׁמְרֶךָ. 24 The Lord bless you, and keep you;
כה יָאֵר יְהוָה פָּנָיו אֵלֶיךָ, וִיחֻנֶּךָּ. 25 The Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you;
כו יִשָּׂא יְהוָה פָּנָיו אֵלֶיךָ, וְיָשֵׂם לְךָ שָׁלוֹם. 26 The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.

I spoke with my parents about this, and my dad pointed out that one thing that is striking about this blessing is how very general it is. If we look at the book of Genesis and see cases where one human being is blessing another, things get kind of messed up. Think of the questionable blessings Jacob gives his children, or the sibling tension between Jacob and Esau – perhaps that’s why the blessing for boys is to be like Ephraim and Menashe, siblings that were not known for any rivalry. This blessing actually comes from God, one he gives directly to the children of Israel:

כז וְשָׂמוּ אֶת-שְׁמִי, עַל-בְּנֵי יִשְׂרָאֵל; וַאֲנִי, אֲבָרְכֵם. 27 So shall they put My name upon the children of Israel, and I will bless them.

We are not asking for any specifics of wealth, or health, or even shelter or sustenance. Just, bless, and guard, and give peace. As we go through life, we don’t necessarily know what our blessings are, or “should” be. Essentially, we are asking God to do what’s appropriate, for who we are, for who our children are.

My dad says, “The wonderful thing about being a parent is that some of your thoughts and values are being passed on. This is such a wonderful way of thanking God for giving you children and the opportunity to try to form them.”

Larry wrote to me, “My three girls have Hebrew names. Yael, Shlomit and Sara. I figured there was no way that I could control their connection to Judaism once they were on their own, but at least I could give each a strong tie by her name.” Whenever any of his daughters were there for Shabbat, I can see Larry now placing his hands on their heads and quietly saying the blessing to each one. My mom told me that she always sees a strong connection between my father and myself and my brother when he blesses us (the minhag in my family). “It’s very spiritual, almost palpable,” she says, and I felt that too when I would see Larry bless his children.

If we’re lucky, we are able to appreciate blessings when we have them, and Larry most certainly was a blessing in my life.


The stone

Larry’s headstone: The quote is from Psalms 121: 8: The Lord shall guard your going out and your coming in, from now until forever.

My friend Carolyn said, “It’s my hope that our memories of Larry, running together like a river, will eventually smooth over the jagged edges of grief into smooth stones of remembrance.”


I was pondering what photo of Larry to post here, and I thought, I made a book of pics of our years together, so click on the photo for a link to that. I love this pic, taken in Maine in 2007.

Larry in Newry


One thought on “Larry My Love

  1. So wonderful that you found each other in this world! I clicked on the picture of Larry, and what an amazing collection of photos and adventures you two had! I wish I had known him… but your writings and photographs give such a good sense of the man, and the love you shared. xo

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