There is currently a Torah in my Grandma's apartment. It's staying there for the week of the shiva. They've had around 25 people for the minyanim. A bunch of my friends from the Orthodox communities, some of who never even knew my grandfather, have stopped by over the past few days.
My dad said that this is giving him a newfound respect for the traditions.
Maybe this is the start of something bigger. After all, my parents do want to sell the house and move out of Barrington eventually. If it weren't for the fact that I'm making aliyah, my Mom said they'd move to the East Side of Providence [Jew-land] now, so I could be at home for Shabbat. [If that were the case, I'd still eat with frum families...] Maybe they will move there. They'd be closer to Grandma, and then she wouldn't be so alone now.
Dad said: "[Grandpa] was just a regular guy who did regular stuff, but it seems like he touched a lot of people. He always did the right thing..." There were almost 300 people at the funeral, and they ran out of room.
My parents have been vacuuming and dusting every day to make Grandma happy. She doesn't like having the apartment in shambles.
I wish that I could be there for the shiva. This is all really moving and amazing.
Though the community here has given me a similar response, albeit on a smaller scale. It's not like I'm sitting shiva. But upon my return to campus, a bunch of people have called me. Even now Rabbi Mike came up to me today. The funny thing is, I don't really need all this support. But it gives me a good feeling to know that this many people care.
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