I just returned from a Jewish Memorial Service for a Jewish man born in 1954, who died late last week of a massive heart attack.

I did not know him personally, however I am friends with both his younger sister, and his 93 year old mother. Both lovely ladies with whom I have had the pleasure of being on the same council and have business affiliations.

The service (my first ever) was conducted by a woman and it was absolutely beautiful! You did not have to understand the language to feel the compassion and promise of the words she chanted and spoke. It was short in length, solemn, yet peaceful.

The irony of it all is that Mother's are not supposed to outlive their children, and this young son numbered the third of her six sons and daughters to come to the end of their journey.

Birth, journey and death. All very simply put was spoken beautifully in Hebrew. It made it seem so logical in it's order. Family and friends gathered to share memories and happy times with one another. A lovely albeit sad occasion.

Shalom Michael!