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Note: I will be Counting the Omer for a total of 49 days, from Passover to Shavuot or from Slavery to Freedom. For many, this is simply the Counting the Omer; for others, it is a tool for exploring the kabbalistic teachings in an organized way. For me, it is a time to actively reflect on my Journey Towards Wholeness. The more I am whole, the more free I will become.  [http://t.co/dBPYjDxSGj . . . .]

Learned Wisdom – from My Daddy

BeKind

My daddy, of blessed memory, use to talk to EVERYONE. I loved that about him. He showed me by example that regardless of what mood I was in that it was incumbent upon me to connect warmly with each and every person.

With my father as my guide, I always aspire to live up to his example. As a result:

  1. I always have a smile for those I face.
  2. Whenever possible, I hold the door open for whoever is behind me and behind them.
  3. If someone needs help, I don’t walk away or act like you don’t notice.
  4. Cell phones have their place; they should not be used in grocery store lines or any time it detracts from making connections with strangers. (Note: Dad died before cell phones were smart.)
  5. Take a moment to share a kind word, a kibitz (chit chat), a story with others.

There really is no option for taking a moment, to reach out and try to impact someone’s day.

May we all remember that kindness matter.

With love, light, and blessings,
Chava

PS – The bells in the photo above come from one of my favorite places in Tuscon, Ben’s Bells. The mission of Ben’s Bells is  to inspire, educate, and motivate people  to realize the impact of intentional kindness, and to empower individuals to act according to that awareness, thereby strengthening ourselves, our relationships and our communities. For more information go to BensBells.org.

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Barely a week has passed since my father’s yahrzeit; I think about him every single day and I miss his presence in my life in ways that make little or no sense to me.

Today, a friend of mine mentioned how his father was diagnosed with cancer on his birthday and died 10 days later; he would have been 89 today.  Although this friend is merely a Facebook friend, I wanted to reach out and comfort him. . .I understood in some small way how he may have been feeling.  My father was diagnosed with brain cancer a couple of days before his 71st birthday; 6 weeks later, he took his last breath.

I will never forget when my father took his last breath or the weeks leading up to it.

Aryeh wore this baseball cap for many years following his Zaydie's death.

Aryeh wore this Baltimore Orioles baseball cap for many years following his Zaydie’s death.

Somehow my father found the strength to allow the boys and I celebrate  his 71st birthday in his hospital room.  My kids had chosen to get him black shorts and an orange t-shirt as a gift; my father loved the Baltimore Orioles and my kids loved my father. (Orange and black are the colors for the Baltimore Orioles.)

My father was an amazing Zaydie who loved his grandchildren more than life itself.   So, with that in mind, he did what any proud Zaydie would do, he put on the outfit and ate chocolate cake with us.  It was the last time, any of us celebrated life with my Abba.  I can’t believe how he pushed through the last birthday of his life not for himself, but for his precious grandchildren.

During the shiva house (week long traditional house of mourning), one of my nieces wore his orange t-shirt and black shorts and for all I know is still wearing them to this day. 🙂

Zaydie believed that grandchildren were a grandparents reward for not killing their children.  Dad also believed that grandparents and grandchildren had one thing in common; they both couldn’t stand the parents.

May my father’s memory continue to a blessing for good.  I love you Daddy.

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