Vulnerability and its surprising consequences

The last 9 months have been painful and long.

I have felt sadness that is completely new and different to me. 

I have had a lot of intense and painful experiences in my life, but the fear and anxiety that comes with trying to conceive is brand-new. Feeling out of control and unsure of whether I will one day be a mom hurts in a way that is deep, that holds my heart in this state of heaviness, that slows my breathing and leaves me unsure of whats next. 

I want to share some of the experience - for my own wellness - because I process through writing and also because  if I can offer a modicum of support and a moment of healing for someone else going through it, or how I think it is better described, who is in it, my writing is worth it. 

I have learned a lot about myself, my relationship with my partner, and a lot about different people in my life who I am close with. 

I chose to be open about "trying". One, because I just don't think wanting to start a family and having a hard time conceiving should be a secret, but two, because most of the people I shared with kind of knew anyway. I've been married for 3.5 years, I am 29, my husband and I both have good jobs and we are both obsessed with kids and have always wanted to be parents. 

What I have learned from my openness and vulnerability is that I have some amazing and compassionate and thoughtful people in my life. I have people who have been there for me in various quiet and not so quiet ways. I have friends who notice my sadness when I reach for a glass of wine, disappointed that while I love a rose with dinner, I would rather be abstaining. I have had friends notice and compliment my strength, friends hug me when I cry, or hear me out when I am disappointed and sad. Friends who kindly ask, "how can I help?"

These same friends recognize that my emotions are complicated - that I am completely happy for the life they have and absolutely in love with their babies, but that some days I want to hold and snuggle their children, and other days I want to chat about politics or work and focus on being adults or engaging civically and do anything but hold their adorable, snuggly kid, because I am just not up for it. 

They don't make me feel judged or wrong for my emotions, but embrace me and embrace the feelings and sit in discomfort.

But I have also had people in my life who have seen my vulnerability and rejected it, or judged it. 

I have been surprised by the people in my life who have made me feel that being open about my experiences, my wants, my vulnerability is some how bad. People who have made me feel broken because I am sad. Who have made the choice to cut me out rather than bring me in when I am sad, who have ran from my hard feelings, rather than acknowledge or hold them. Or simply assume that I am one way rather than multifaceted. People who make me feel that by sharing I am sad I am also begrudging or denying their right to be lucky and to feel complete. People who are not patient enough with complicated feelings and so chose to isolate me because they don’t trust me to joyful about their lives while also struggling with the place I am in mine. Perhaps the assumption and isolation is the cruelest and most painful response of all. Yes, I still want to hear about your pregnancy, or your kids, or your anxiety - just be sensitive about when and how. 

And I have also had people just say the wrong fucking thing: 

Sometimes the wrong thing is not their fault and just based on my values or beliefs or simply something I couldn't hear at the time. However, sometimes people say things that are so tone deaf and insensitive I hope and pray that I can let go and forgive because I do not want to be angry.

Below are some examples - read this list to find a way to support other people, not to look for yourself or to confirm you did not say something on the list. Its okay if you have said the wrong thing, try not to next time, or to the next person. Its okay that I was vulnerable and it was hard for you to hold, but take this moment to learn. Read this list to grow and maybe find a way to let me, or your friend, or you sister, or brother know that you are sorry. 

B'sha Tovar (at the right time) a very common Jewish statement and something that brings comfort to my spouse, so I don't reject it as wrong but I reject it as wrong for me. 

Because the right time was when we began trying - 9 months ago (or maybe sooner). We waited until our marriage was strong and stable, our finances settled and we had money in the bank. We are both emotionally mature and kind. My partner is amazing with babies and I am ready, absolutely ready to be a mom. So in the right time, it passed, so "Bsha Tovah" just cannot bring me comfort. 

It will be your turn soon - nice try - but tell me when... 

It hasn’t been that long. 

Its true - 9 months is not considered abnormal, but its still a painfully long time, especially when you don’t know how much longer it will be. 

I know I am privileged that 9 months is a long time to wait for something I want. But it hurts. 

Or the stories about people who stopped trying and then it happened… They didn’t stop trying - they were having sex still and probably hoping each time that they would get pregnant.. they just didn’t expect it anymore. 

But the worse has been the (benefit of the doubt: unintentional) judgement: 

Do you think there is an issue with your cycle?

Or if not that, can it be your partners fault? 

- there is no fault...

Are you eating the right food? Are you eating enough? 

Are you exercising enough? Are you exercising too much? 

Try not to be stressed out, its not helping. 

- of course I go there - with the self-loathing and judgement - but really? No one, unless you are my doctor or I asked, should try to come up with a reason someone else isn't conceiving... EVER! 

Are you having enough sex? Thanks Mom - that one actually made me laugh... Yes Mom, we know how babies are made. 

This process sucks, if you are in it be kind to yourself. Its okay that you are sad and angry and confused. You are not alone.

If someone tells you they are having a hard time: be thoughtful, considerate and kind to other people. THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK!! but most importantly, if someone shares with you they are struggling, they are wanting something that they cannot control, be kind, be appreciative of their strength in being vulnerable, and check in with them every once in awhile, let them know they didn't make a mistake when they shared with you, be worthy of their vulnerability. I regret some people I told and if I could do it again, there are people I wouldn’t tell again. But I am also proud I was strong enough to say I AM HAVING A HARD TIME and so grateful for the people who have been there, and so touched by the different ways people made me feel seen.

I know people will read this and see their words in some way. That is okay. I forgive you and I love you, thats why I asked you to be there for me. Please try again. 

Consent in Friendship

Something that comes up frequently for my clients and in my personal life is how friends engage in consent. I do not mean consent regarding sexual advance. Of course, that comes up regularly in my work, but I mean the expectations of friends (or even those friendlies) for emotional labor. People's expectations are often inappropriate, unfair, and straight up non-consensual.

The clients I see are resilient and brave survivors of sexual violence. They have learned to cope with unimaginable pain and hardship. As a consequence of their trauma, many of my clients have become highly attuned to the emotional responses and needs of others.  My clients develop this emotional attunement as a tool to ensure their safety; by remaining conscious of and reactive to the emotional whims of those around them, they are more prepared to identify and preempt aggressive or uncomfortable situations. In addition to being a valuable defensive technique, this attunement leads many survivors to be thoughtful and giving caregivers.

What often happens, though, is that survivors identify so strongly with their caregiver identity that they feel unable to set boundaries or say no. This can lead to compassion-fatigue or emotional drain, loss of free time, and overburdening. On a more nefarious level, this can also result in people taking advantage of my clients, making inappropriate or unsafe demands, and in the worst cases re-traumatizing them through coercive or violent acts.

This struggle occurs for most people who identify as, or simply present as, caregivers. For people who are naturally attuned to the needs of others or are empaths by nature, the instinct and desire to give can be a true gift. But it can also be a burden. People often take advantage of or demand of the people in their life who are natural givers in ways that is both inappropriate and unfair—and non-consensual.

I myself struggle with this. I am a trained therapist. I listen, empathize and support others for a living. This is the greatest honor and privilege of my life. I also enjoy connecting and being there for people on a personal level. It is a wonderful thing that my profession allows me to connect with and support people, but I am also happy to do it for free and love being available to my friends, family, and, most importantly, my partner. However, particularly because I do it for work, I cannot always be “on” in my personal life. And even if I worked in a different field—NO ONE can be “on” all the time. 

Therefore, we need to be asking for consent. We need to be checking in with friends before we ask of them, or consider and think about how and what we are asking. We should consider the context and the person's ability to meet our needs when we ask, and the burden or toll it may have on them to meet our request. This does not mean we should not count on our friends for support—especially the friends who are caregivers by nature. Caregivers like to help, it is part of who they are, and they are good at it. However, they also struggle with saying “no” or setting boundaries.

Consequently, it is often the responsibility of the one seeking support to consider what they are asking for, how they are asking, and what the impact on the supporter may be. Do you need to talk about your struggles at that moment, is the person in a safe place (physically and emotionally) to be there for you, etc. By considering these questions at the outset, you can help ensure a sustainable, productive, and consensual, system of peer support.

Some tips:

1.       Think about your need: is it an emergency?

a.       If it is an emergency and you need support – say that and ask for it.

b.       Consent and the way we engage in emergency situation is different.

2.       Now, if it’s not an emergency:

a.       Ask—is this a good time?

b.       Check in with the person—ask permission to vent. It is as simple as saying to someone: Are you free right now and would it be okay if I called you to vent, or is there another time that would be better?

c.       Think about what is going on for that person; do you know if they are going through something?

                                                               i.      Are they up for it?

                                                             ii.      Is what you are sharing something that could further upset what they are experiencing?

3.       How might they feel if they have to say “no”

a.       Are you ensuring that they won’t feel like they let you down?

b.       If they say no in this instance will it challenge their perception of themselves?

4.       Have multiple resources and spread the support—no one person can be everything for anyone.

a.       Even the most giving friend or partner has their limit.

b.       You know what I will say: some things are simply meant for your THERAPIST.

11 months have passed

Saying Kaddish every day for 11 months was extremely hard. It was hard to go and do it and it was hard when I couldn't and I missed it

I am relieved that this stage of mourning is over, although a year has not passed and in every other way I am still in official mourning according to Jewish tradition--and will be in personal mourning I am sure for some time.

But I am also doing much better. To honor my father's memory and officially conclude 11 months of saying Kaddish I organized a service at my apartment for Friday night. I had 16 friends over and I led the Mincha service in my father's honor. We then had a musical Kabalat Shabbat that my father would have loved and Eitan led Maariv--for the first time since his Bar Mitzvah.

It was really beautiful and a meaningful way to conclude this stage.

Below is the short speech I gave after Mincha.

My siblings and I talk about how eloquent of a storyteller my father was and how he was able to help us to know the family we never got to meet in intimate and beautiful ways.

My father lost his own father when he was just a little older than I am now, and that same year, one of his best friends - my mother’s brother.  Through my father’s stories I felt I knew these two men and learned from them - without ever meeting them.

My father would talk about his childhood and make it come to life for us. My cousins all loved speaking with my father and hearing about their own fathers. He was so adept at connecting with people and helping them connect to their own stories or find their own stories.

I myself am not a storyteller- but what I am is a feeler - I feel very deeply and I hope by sharing my feelings with you I can provide insight into who my father was.

I always felt special and important - because my father made sure to make me feel that way. If I was learning something he didn’t know he would learn it too - so he could understand it and support it. My father did not grow up observant and for his own Bar Mitzvah he just memorized the service - but for my brother’s Bar Mitzvah he learned the trope so he could help him practice and then he read from the Torah for the first time that year as well. When I joined the volleyball team he learned to play volleyball, when I was learning Navi in school - he read the entire Navi that year. He was always learning and engaging in the things that interested us and therefore interested him.

My father was also very competitive but not just at things he was good at- he would learn it and become good at it. My sisters and I are ridiculously good at SET - it's a card game. My father was not that good at it --- at first, but then he spent time playing on his own so he could compete with us - ties still “always go to the father.” but he was good enough to play with us. He also was a good sport - he taught us how to compete but then how to win and lose graciously.

My father did not go to Jewish day school but he was always thirsting to learn more and in his honor I thought I would share some simple words of Torah.

The tradition of saying Kaddish began after the tradition for male mourners to lead a service. The leading of a service was a way to honor one’s parent after their passing and it is encouraged that even for someone who does not know how to lead to learn to lead during the year of mourning. The Kaddish Yatom was began for younger sons and daughters who were not yet Bar Mitzvahed to have an outlet and a way to connect with their parent. I have felt connected to Kaddish this year for this reason but because my father was a lifelong learner I wanted to learn and do something new in his honor. I have a led a service once before but this was my first time leading mincha. I am honored you all came and appreciate your presence.

I am so thankful when I look around and recognize that most of the people here are people I met this year. You all chose to be my friend during the most painful and challenging time in my life. During a time when my social skills have been minimal or non-existent - when my emotions are always at the tipping point. I have seen myself become angry when I had no reason or right or sad when it is uncomfortable or hard and the people here have sat with that and accepted it.

I appreciate and thank those of you here who have been my friend before my father passed of course as well - those of you who knew the connection I had with him and have supported and understood my grief in unique ways.

I thank my Eitan. I have never formally thanked Eitan in public and he completely deserves public recognition. Eitan has endured and supported a lot this year. He has held me while I cried so hard it was hard to breath, he understood and ignored anger from me that was unprovoked and undeserving, he helped me succeed in graduate school by reading my papers when I felt I just could not think anymore, made my lunches when I was extra busy and made most of our shabbat meals this year.

I also never formally thanked my Eitan for how he supported and understood my family. During shiva Eitan must have taken out the garbage at least ten times each day, brought my mother and my siblings and I water every hour - just to make sure we were drinking enough, and was there when he needed and wanted him and away when we needed to just be us. He lifted me up this year and has been patient while I have healed. He reminds me of my father - who my mother said never got to fully mourn the loss of his best friend because he held her while she mourned her brother.

I will always look back and hate this past year and a half -- I will think of it as the year my father got sick without warning and for no reason and as the year I had to learn to be an adult without the support of my father. But I will also look back and love and appreciate this year - I got engaged this year to the love my life and I got a new niece and nephew and  I met all of you and for that I am so thankful.

Shabbat Shalom

Yitgadal V'Yitgadash...

Until a person has said Kaddish it is incomprehensible what it means to publicly mourn for a loved one. Depending on, and being held and comforted by a community, is important and also frustrating.

Since I have begun this meditative journey of honoring my father once daily in the form of asking for his neshama to have an aliyah, I have experienced comfort, sadness, anger, embarrassment, and shame.

Taking a moment every day to honor this man who was my guiding light for so long supports my healing in a profound and deep way. Quietly saying, or when I am feeling strong, loudly asserting - yitgadal... allows me to feel connected with my father. I am given a moment where I can quietly speak with my father and tell him "I am thinking about you - and I remembering".

It is during this time - I also feel deeply sad. I feel deeply sad about how young I am and reflect on everything my father is missing. I think about my plans for my wedding and what it will mean that he wont be there - to walk me down the aisle, give me a bracha during the cocktail hour, and have one simple dance with me. I get sad when I look around the synagogue and see the other three young people saying Kaddish with me. Four of us - under 35 saying Kaddish for a parent - who died much, much too young.

I get angry at the lack of respect. I feel red-hot anger when I open my mouth to say Kaddish and the women sitting directly behind me in synagogue cannot pause their conversation to support me and honor my father along with me. I feel embarrassed and ashamed that in an orthodox and learned community I am not granted the quiet of 30 seconds to meditate in peace. I reflect on other spaces I say Kaddish on a weekly basis. At the ARK - where I work - the clients who pray with me - despite the infinite challenges in their lives and their cognitive impairments and emotional struggles - they offer so much more respect - than the three women sitting behind me in shul - who must finish their conversation about makeup and restaurants.

I feel my own shame - when I miss a service - when I am too tired - too busy - or simply too sad - to walk over to shul on a Monday at 9PM. Or ashamed when I know I have already prayed but I get "reminded" to attend services.

Mourning is so incredibly personal - but Jewish tradition - demands we also mourn in public ways - acknowledging our pain for our communities. I frequently cry through the words of Kaddish - or choke on a sentence.

But I also feel held and comforted by my community and by saying my words with those around me who understand and are also mourning their loved ones.

But right here - I implore those reading - be quiet when someone is saying Kaddish - listen when someone is chanting those words - and remember the person saying them is in deep pain and they feel - a lot - every minute of the day - not just during those words - but on the walk over to shul - while they laugh and drink a beer with a friend - or even as the cuddle and hug their baby - those of us saying Kaddish are morning - and so during those 30 seconds embrace us - hold us and honor our need to meditate and honor the person we have lost.

A lot has happened in a year

My year in Chicago started out so bright and exciting but as the year progressed - the challenge of living with so many people, on top of a high stress job, the tough winter and being away from home began weighing on me. I found myself, despite many good things happening in my life, sinking into a dark place.

I fought back and just when I thought I had my footing on my happiness and believed I had begun taking back control of my mental health and my life I got the worst news that would ultimately change my life in the most profound and awful way.

Four months ago my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and less than two months ago he passed away.

I promised many people I would chronicle my experience with AVODAH through the written word and though my blog. But with the challenges I faced throughout the year I did not wish to disclose my struggles to anyone.

I was embarrassed to not be excelling at work and felt ashamed that I had not formed as many friendships in Chicago as other people in the house.

However, looking back - the friends I did make are some of the most wonderful people I know and the type of friends that will be forever friends. I also discovered myself more through the work I did and although I was not excelling according to some of the expectations of Trilogy - meeting their productivity requirements or ignoring my own safety concerns -  I was doing good work with my clients and I know for a fact many of the people I worked with are better off now - than they were before we began our work together.

Most importantly - despite the fact - that I will often look back at this year as one of the hardest of my life - it will still stand as one of the most important and exciting as well.

I met my Eitan my first week in Chicago. He is my partner and has been with me through out every challenge. Eitan makes me goofy, happy and is one of the most understanding human beings I know. Eitan being with me has allowed for me to feel hope and excitement for my future.

I plan to try to continue writing in my blog throughout this year.
This summer I have been working through my pain and grief with assistance from my Eitan, from my family as well as wonderful friends and community members. And through personal introspection and struggle.

The Rabbi at AABJ&D has been very good to my family and the Rabbi at the shul I have been attending in Chicago has made this transition smooth and simple. He has been thoughtful and kind and has worked to ensure I am comfortable finding my space here in Chicago.

I have decided to say Kaddish at minyan once a day and this has been both a huge struggle and blessing.

I want to chronicle this experience and heal through the comfort of my voice being raised in prayer - to honor my father in this way and to allow the written word to help and guide me... and maybe help others as well.

I hope to write regularly again this year - for my own healing and to provide insight for others --- into saying Kaddish as a woman - building a life again after a loss - and the development and hope a beautiful and loving relationship can bring.

Below I am including the learning I gave at Shloshim - if I can find it I will include my eulogy as well.

Learning:

In honor of my father we all learned portions of  the Mishnah. I am sure my father would have been honored and proud to have influenced so many people's learning. He did not spend his days learning but he had a thirst for knowledge and when he could he would learn - one summer he spent every Friday night learning some thing from the Navi - until he had gone through the entire Navi - his insistence on always learning and improving himself permeated our lives and encouraged us to continue to pursue new thoughts and ideas. 

Just recently, the Shabbat following shiva my siblings and I were sitting around our table talking about my father and what it had been like to learn with him. My father was one of the most thoughtful and interesting men to study with. Rachel shared that when she was in high school she was learning Gemara - she was confused by her rabbis explanation and immediately thought to look through it again with my Dad. Once she and my father learned the portion together - not only did Rachel understand it - she also understood that her rabbi did not have as much comprehension and insight into the portion as my father. My father had a unique way of understanding but beyond that was able to synthesis and explain his ideas to others - in a respectful and interesting way. 

The portion I chose to learn for today was Niddah. I will not go into the nitty gritty details of the portion. There is lots of explanation of what constitutes impurity and purity and what to do to become pure again. But what inspired me to learn Niddah is that it discusses the details of Tahart a mishpacha - building a pure and loving home. I was blessed with having two parents who were deeply in love with each other and modeled appropriate and respectful behavior between man and wife my whole life and who truly displayed a loving and committed partnership. One of my father's favorite expression - that I think he may have stolen from my uncle - is the best things a parent can do for his children is love their mother.

I have been thinking a lot about how my father’s will no longer be able to be present at my big life events. He will not be there when I get married, he will not walk me down the aisle or be waiting for hours in the waiting room until my first child is born - as he was for Asaf. This is terrifying to me - but also what inspired me to learn and delve into a portion of learning focused on marriage and maintaining a pure and committed marriage. I am hoping to begin determining ways to bring my father into this life events in other ways. By learning a portion of Torah about marriage in his honor is the first step in developing ways to connect my big life events and my love for my dad together. Even though my father will not be physically present through out my life - I know his influence will direct my steps and he will be there in spirit and through the influence he has on my choices and the person I hope to be. 

What I think many parents hope is that their children always hear their voice and guidance through out their lives - whether a parent is physically present or not. This has been true for me since I was a little girl and I will continue to search for his voice and guidance for the rest of my life. 

In seventh grade the story I shared about  an inspiring person was (obviously_ one about my Dad. My father was working in Newark. Every day on his way into work my Dad would give a few dollars to this older gentleman in a wheal chair begging on the street. I feel unkind but I do not remember the man’s name - but my father did - he knew him by name and would not simply give him some money - but he would talk to him and make sure to treat him like a person and give him respect. One time on his way into work he did not see the older man, and then the following day and the day after- he did not simply shrug it off and go to work but on that third day spent forty minutes driving around looking for him. When he found him - the man was clearly hurt and bleeding - my father got out of his car - in Newark and wheeled him to the closest hospital.  Now as I walk through downtown Chicago - I have a need to buy all of the streetwise magazines (magazines about street homelessness and primarily sold by homeless or at risk individuals) and I make sure to stop and talk with the individuals selling them. Another example of the kind of man my father was and how his ideas have always and will always permeate my thoughts and actions is - a statement I recall my father saying through out his business dealings was - would I be embarrassed to Tell my mother I took this case? This way of thinking has been part of my vocabulary as well. I think of grandma Gussie and her pure thoughts and my father and his insistence of fairness and treating everyone win righteousness. If I would feel embarrassed to tell my father what I did - I chose to not do it - its not always easy but I doubt it was easy for him either. 

I already miss my father - after just thirty days with an ache and a pain I have never previously known. It will be devastating to experience joy without his laughing face or his smiling eyes - but I know he will be there and I am just learning how to incorporate and feel his presence in every day life and today is step one. 

Moving to Chicago and my exploration of my new home

Lets start at the very beginning.

My mother and I drove FROM NEW JERSEY to Chicago JUST THE TWO OF US in a SMALL CAR for FOURTEEN hours. And we made it - without killing each other and actually having a really great time overall.

The drive was tough - its long and we only did it in two days - mostly with myself at the wheel. But our first night along our journey we stayed in Cleveland - had a wonderful dinner together and went to bed early. Once we finally arrived in Chicago we had dinner and again went to bed early.

But the next day we spent exploring and laughing and taking pictures and overall having a lovely time. We went to Michigan avenue and walked along the lake. We lazily walked along Navy pear, saw Millennial park and had an awesome boat tour of the architecture in the city. That night we tried Chicago style deep dish pizza and giggled through a bottle of wine. The next morning my mother caught an early flight back to New Jersey and a few hours later I moved in.

I was so nervous - I was nervous about driving there - bringing my stuff in - meeting people and setting up my room.

My first week in the house was really stressful. My roommate (who is probably now my closest friend in the house and in Chicago) got really sick and it was hard navigating my needs and hers that first week. I felt constantly under-slept and a bit sick myself - but she had the flu and then pneumonia and I felt selfish worrying about my needs - but did feel they were being overlooked. I was also missing everyone at home and just not feeling comfortable yet. We were doing really intense sharing and deep thinking with brand new people and I was not ready to share my deepest emotions with strangers, but also felt pressure to be insightful and thoughtful. Avodah does this intentionally but it was hard and exhausting - both physically and emotionally and I was struggling...

And then shabbat came... and it was like a switch went off - it was this really beautiful 25 hours and such a warm environment. We did everything in the house - Kabbalat Shabbat - dinner - lunch - meeting alums - it was all lovely.

Then Monday was a much needed free day and I went swimming with a friend - went out with my roommate for the first time - to target and began to fill settled.

A time I went out with my roommate and her friend (roommate - The lovely Julie Ann
is the one in the center). 

The next day I began work ----
a little about work:

The first week was training - the second week was shadowing - and then by the third week I began seeing clients ON MY OWN!

At this point I have 13 clients - who I have to schedule appointments with - to discuss treatment plans - medication monitoring - discharge from hospitals (in the case of one client) and drive to appointments. It is an exhausting job and I feel somewhat out of my depth but I am learning so so much and I am really enjoying it - overall.

Because of confidentiality I cannot share stories of my experience on the job - but its an intense job and I know already will be one of the hardest things I will ever do.

What else have I been doing?

Most nights someone cooks dinner and we all eat together - its awesome! The food is great and its so nice to be able to talk and detox at the end of every day.

Some of my housemates - out on the town! 

On the weekends we go grocery shopping and I have been trying to do something nice and fun.

I saw avenue Q - which was awesome! I saw my cousins - who I haven't seen in forever, got dinner with fulbright friends, etc. and then Rosh Hashanah!

Rosh Hashanah was weird and different than I am accustomed to - but it was great!

I went to Mishkan - this very alternative synagogue with some people in my house - which was super cool. I went with my roommate to her family friends - they were lovely and incredibly warm and had a meal with many of housemates. Overall it was great even if different.

So much more to say - but as it turns out - all these risks and leaps of faith I have been making are working out and I am so grateful for this opportunity to learn and grow.

911 2014

I have been meaning to post something since I arriving in Chicago about what my adjustment has been like and how amazing the city is.

This week was my second week at work and my third in Chicago. I have had highs and lows since my arrival. It has been really stressful moving in, meeting new people and adjusting to a new job.

I will definitely write again about the amazing highs I have had since arriving but right now I want to pay tribute to the day and to my cousin Mark.

Today has been really hard and has definitely felt in many ways like a low. But I still went to work, I still laughed with my new co-workers, got ready in the morning with my awesome new roommate and had a productive day.

I was poignantly aware of the date all day today but my focus had to be on my new job and my new clients.

However, the minute I walked in the door at the end of the day today, a big weight fell on my chest and the full emotional strain of the date settled in.

I never know how to feel on 911 or how I will feel. But this year has been particularly emotional. I think its all the changes and new starts but I miss Mark today more than I have in years past.

As I drove to work I passed signs commemorating 911 and news on the radio about the day. I feel appreciative to be back in America where I can feel a collective mourning and recognition of what today means.

I know that for me 911 is different than for my co-workers or for the people that I live with, but I appreciate the collective understanding of what today means and that at least the day does not get ignored.

With my housemates we will eat dinner and write memories of where we were on 911 and how we felt. One girl suggested we light candles in honor of the many murdered today. I just feel this outpouring of love and understanding from the people I live with and just met and I am really touched to be part of such a special community.

Our 911 tribute 

I thought at the end of this post I would share what I remember from 911, 2001...

My 6th grade hebrew teacher walked into the classroom in tears. Only days before she told us one of her close friends was ill and I remember thinking "oh my god her friend must have died" However, she was crying over the many lives lost in the world trade center on the planes that crashed. She invited us all to go to the auditorium at school to pray. I remember feeling sad but in that impersonal "thank god its not me" kind of way. I remember some classmates crying and worrying about their parents working in NY. My parents worked in NJ. I was unconcerned. At 2PM my other teacher turned on the radio for us to listen to the news. All of a sudden I remembered Mark, at our labor day barbecue, telling my Dad all about his new job which would be starting in the world trade center. I broke. I could not stop crying. My teacher turned off the news and allowed me to cry (and snot) all over her. Later when I got off the bus my mother was waiting for me and took me home. It was like a train station in my house. Neighbors in and out - everyone on the phone. My mom left immediately after dropping me off at home to be with my aunt. My uncle was stuck in the city - looking at the towers - knowing that was where his son may have just been killed. My mother spent the night with my aunt.

The next day we all stayed home from school. Some time in the evening my brother came home from college. I remember how scared I felt when I saw him. Because Mark had felt like such a brother to me - seeing my brother home and safe made me feel so scared and relieved.

We still did not know if Mark was alive or dead. But we knew that if he could call or reach us he would and as the days passed we lost hope...

As I get closer to the age Mark was when he died I feel this very odd emotion. I always think of Mark as this great big cousin who taught me so much and I fear surpassing him. But he was such a thoughtful and amazing man that as I get older I still search to impress him and make him proud. I really hope he is proud of what I am doing this year and that he thinks the choices I have made and I am making are the right ones.

I love you Mark! Take care of Grandma.