Returning from two weeks of celebrating and enjoying the euphoria of a grandson's wedding, I returned to the commemoration, celebration, realization, or whatever it is called, of my Mordechai's yahrzeit one day later. Three years for some may seem like a long time. I can honestly say that for me, very few things have gotten easier. I come home every day to an empty house. I go to sleep, sometimes reaching over to the other side of the bed trying to feel what used to be his presence, and I practically never sit at my kitchen table because I cannot stand to be there by myself. I've learned to grab a yogurt on the run, make myself a coffee, and have yet to figure out the best way to make Havdalah alone. I've mastered holding the candle, as I now have one that stands on the table (thanks to my granddaughter), holding the cup, and no longer bother to get our beautiful silver besamim but now substitute cinnamon, which I always have on hand. Kiddush alone, which occurs rarely, is 1-2-3. Our home, which used to be a meeting place for all different types of people and which was always open to all, is now quiet and empty.
Nina Glick is a writer for The Jewish Link, focusing on local news and events in Bergen County, New Jersey. Her articles cover a range of topics including community support, personal reflections, and experiences related to Jewish culture and identity.