Me with my son Alan, daughter-in-law Marie and grandson Jake
I am here at Malibu to spend the Jewish New Year, including the holiday of Yom Kippur with my son Alan, his wife
Marie and their children, Jake and Margot. Yom Kippur is the most sacred holiday of the Jewish year.
All of my sons married Catholic girls, so I have seven Catholic grandchildren. Jake and Margot have taken another
route and decided they want to be Jewish like their father and their paternal grandparents.
Jake, now fifteen, celebrated his Bar Mitzvah by the sea two years ago on a beach in Malibu. Margot, now eleven,
attends Hebrew school. So in two years there will be a Bat Mitzvah by the sea.
Last night we lit four Yahrzeit (memory) glasses. We said prayers in Hebrew and in English for the souls of my
Mama and Daddy, Sol and Stevie.
This afternoon I went to the temple with Alan, Jake and Margot for Yom Kippur services. I returned with Alan this
evening to say the Mourners' Kaddish (prayer for the dead). In addition to this, the Rabbi asked us to state the names
of people who were sick and needed our prayers. I stood up and mentioned Milt's name. (He is leaving for North
Carolina tomorrow and my prayers are with him).
When services were over, Alan drove us back to their new house -- this castle resurrected from a fairy tale.
Now I will spend this evening and four more days with the family: Alan, my "baby," whose job
takes him all over the world; his sweet and beautiful wife Marie, who is so proud of her Jewish husband and children;
Jake, the little imp, who has grown to be almost six-feet tall and handsome like his Dad; and Margot, an adorable
princess if there ever was one.
What means the most to me is that all of them end each conversation (spoken or written) with the same three
words: "I love you."
Alan, I am so proud of you and I wish you and your amazing family a Happy and Healthy New Year.