Eight long and short years
have passed since I was awoken to the news that my father had died.
Since I went from having two parents to just one. Since I lost the
chance to ask all the questions I wanted to ask, and didn't want to
ask and needed to ask, and should have asked. Questions that still
sit with me now. Questions that remain forever unanswered.
I sit here thinking about
questions of all kinds.
Questions of faith that
lead some to label me. To wonder who I am, if I believe, and to
suggest I keep them to myself. To think I have answers, or worse,
that I have the answers, or
still worse, the answer. To see in me their biggest fears, and last
hope. Where will they lead me? Should I be scared?
Questions
about my dad and what he thought and believed and wanted out of life.
Wondering why I save everything and he saved nothing. Whether he had
regrets and what they were. Wondering why I keep on trying to please
him and asking unanswerable questions.
Questions
about me. Who am I? Where am I going? Why are reading and writing and
talking and thinking like oxygen to me? Why do I breathe them in with
the fear that I might not get to do so ever again? Why can't I
listen? Leave room for another? Why has running lost its grip on me?
Why do I want to teach so badly and help others? What am I
trying to prove? What happens if I let go? If I follow my heart? If I
keep losing my fears? If I let myself feel? If I finally try, really
try, to be the husband and father and friend and Jew that I want to
be?
Questions
about home and whether you ever can go home again. Where is home and
is it a place, my family, inside of me? What would have happened if
we had stayed in Israel and will we make it back? Why does it pull at
me now more than ever? What if I went back to my childhood home and
accepted the visit to go inside? How would I feel at its unfamiliar
familiarity? Upon seeing someone else in my room? At the realization
that my cards and my matchbox cars and all the cool stuff in the
closet is gone?
Questions
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