One year. Kaddish closes it doors. Tonight we carry on your tradition. You were the keeper of candles. Of lighting the past. I will take his hand and together we will remember you. He says he remembers you well. But all the rest is slipping away. Words and thoughts betray him. You were his expression. So he hums and smiles in a way he must have done as a child. He has lost day and night. But he keeps going and we keep him protected, remembering how helpless we were last year. Just watching. Just waiting. Just hoping. Only a few things left in the closet but your scent clings to them. Still reminding. Still.
