Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
~ Guy de Maupassant
Tonight we enter the High Holidays, a time of contemplation, healing, and not least, remembering those who have mattered to us but no longer walk the earth. One prayer says, May my memories of the dead be tender and true, undiminished by time, not falsified by sentimentality.
A good year, of health, joy, peace, and doing our part to repair the world.