August 14, 2015
It is the perfect end to the week of formal mourning. Hard chair and prayer books returned to the funeral home, mirrors uncovered again, torn scarf removed from around the neck. Returning to the street that was home 20 years ago, family and old neighbors who became old friends years ago, gather around the table and celebrate connection and continuity. Elders presiding elegantly, parents easing into their roles as elders, children grown and becoming parents, new children taking up the torch. Over shish taouk and shawarma, salads, pita and key lime pie, we raise our voices and glasses to life.