Age of Aquarius

I sat in services feeling empty and lonely amidst a room full of people, my own person now gone more than eight years. I wondered what services would feel like had we ever attended them together. Would he have ever come around to it? Would the pull towards Judaism be as strong for me were he still alive?

There are so many questions left lingering in perpetuity, the proverbial branches of my mind heavily weighed down these last couple of weeks. Maybe it’s knowing the start of my 46th year is nearby, the creeping towards 50 feeling a reality, with my youth clearly in the backseat of my life. Continue reading…