Humanistic Judaism journal, Winter/Spring 1999
Death is real. In the world of changing nature it is inevitable. It may be postponed, but it cannot be avoided.
Loved ones do not pass away. They die. They do not escape the rhythm of life. But they leave their gifts. We still bask in their love. We still use their instruction. We are still inspired by their deeds. We still linger on the memories of their style.
Immortality is very intimate. It is part of our mind. It is as close as our power to remember.
In the real world death is part of the drama of life. So is the loving tribute of remembrance.