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What the Kaddish means to me

I first heard the mourner’s Kaddish as I stood next to the open ground at my Grandpa Wasserkrug’s graveside service. I was nine — too young to understand so many things yet mature enough to attend his funeral. In my mind, Grandpa died in autumn. I remember leaves weeping in the cold. He actually died […]
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Andrea Jacobs

IJN Senior Writer |