I sat ‘shiva.’ I said ‘Kaddish.’ Then I saw a Broadway musical.
Bob Morris, author of the new memoir Bobby Wonderful: An Imperfect Son Buries His Parents, has created an online museum for your parents’ things—and he wants your submissions.
Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg opens up about the loss of her husband
During my first shift sitting shmira with a body awaiting burial, I felt sad, guilty, anxious—and grateful
Returning our deceased to the soil honors the injunction for a proper burial—and keeps us mindful of the life cycle of which we’re a part
Trying to understand this baffling story, which we read on Yom Kippur, gave me insights into my mother’s death
Daf Yomi: The Talmud’s ruling principle is that there is always a correct course of action, since God is watching
When celebrities die, tributes flood social media—and I can’t help but ‘dislike’
A makeshift ritual to grieve for Sudanese and Eritrean refugees in Israel
The holiday gives us permission to mourn for many things, personal and communal, that we avoid discussing the rest of the year
‘Bei Mir Bistu Shein’ always reminded my mother of her father. And now that my mother is gone, it reminds me of her.
After my child died, I reconnected with God through prayer—which is the point of Kaddish, on both sides of the mechitza
Two Jewish women launched Modern Loss to help twenty- and thirtysomethings start a new conversation about struggling with grief
Judaism teaches us to be kind to animals. We teach that lesson to our kids by caring for our pets and mourning their loss as a family.
Just as we sing lullabies to newborns, I now offer the same loving care as part of my work with a burial fellowship
In a cemetery thousands of miles away, an unexpected host helped me reconnect with my lost friend
Mourning for my mother saw me through anger, doubt, and numbness—and brought me closer to her
After my brother died, I was frozen with grief—until author Harold Kushner helped me rediscover community
Going on a book tour just a few weeks after my father died, I learned how to walk in his shoes—literally
I thought Jewish law left no role for me to grieve when my fiancé’s brother died. Now, I finally can.
A Holocaust survivor, she nurtured me with silence. This Mother’s Day, I’ll mourn for her—quietly.
For years, I tried to forget my mother’s suicide. Then a yahrzeit notice made me face the past.
The awkward tribute to the late Whitney Houston at the Grammys proves that the country still hasn’t learned how to mourn properly. But Judaism has.
When a mother succumbs to cancer in old age, and a father faces his own mortality, a son is reminded of the blessings of a good shiva
Without ritual and prayer, grief for a lost loved one has no place to go. But can a convert to Judaism observe yahrzeit for a non-Jewish parent?
My father died on Sept. 9, 2001. The terrorist attacks two days later delayed his burial, a violation of Jewish law, but ultimately at least made me feel less alone in my grief.
This year Mother’s Day falls on the eve of Israel’s Memorial Day. For one motherless daughter, the coincidence brings up comparisons she can’t ignore.
A visit to New York’s Mount Carmel Cemetery highlights how far American Jews have drifted from their immigrant ancestors, geographically and ritually