Our separation will begin on Wednesday, October 10. It’s
hard to think of separation as having a date. It’s hard to think of
separation. I think that’s separation with a big S.
Separation.
We agreed on Sukkot as an island of time in which some sort
of family normality would be upheld before the big S began. We would build a
sukka as usual. We would have company around as usual. We would bring the TV up
and watch “Lord of the Rings”, all three movies, in
the evenings. In the daytime we would sit in the sukka with our laptops, Aryeh
would sing and play his guitar, the children would come by and visit, food and
drink would be plentiful, the breeze would lift our hair and our spirits around
five, the sun would set around six, fairly lights would be blinking in the
sukka by seven.
This year unepxrtected winds and rains have rifled through
the sukka like agents of CIA looking for evidence. Pictures lift off the walls
and wineglasses roll to the floor and smash, sending shards of glass all over
the floor. The “Ushpizin”
I lovingly painted and framed many years ago falls forwards and clatters to the
floor. Lying back on the Sukka couch and gazing up at the decorations my eyes
fill with tears. I don’t like to call this the “last
sukkot”. Two ominous and dramatic for me, a term for death. But
a lesser death nevertheless is occurring here; the death of how things were
always done, the death of a home which functioned a certain way, the death of
two people’s chosen life together moulded into one. I think my soul
has not yet begun to mourn the passing of these things. The idea of my home no
longer being home is something I can hardly touch the edge of. But it must be
touched. It must even be embraced.
My jouney only beginning, I lie back and stare up at the sukka
palm leaves, all grown in my own garden, between them the stars winking. Wish
me luck. I know there will be times when I will long for this sukka - I pray to
be blessed with another one day. I loved my Bayit
Neeman Be’Yisrael.
I pray to be blessed with another one of those, too.
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