Monday, October 02, 2006
Edward was Jewish. I was not. We spent our entire married lives together respecting each others religious beliefs, honoring Jewish and Christian holidays. I once commented to a friend, "I taught Ed Christmas and he taught me lovingkindness."
Today is Yom Kippur. In keeping a tradition I'd shared with Edward the twenty years we were together, I put aside work responsibilities and took time for prayer. Somehow I think Ed would approve.
The turquoise sky was cloudless and a soft summer breeze ruffled my hair as I mounted steps to Beth Emeth Synagogue in Larchmont. As I read from a bible the color of coal, atoned for my sins, sheesh do I got sins, I remembered my beloved Edward, the love we shared, and the blessed memories he left me.
Bless you, Edward Sclier, wherever you are.