Last night I attended a shiva minyan at the home of a friend who lost her mother late last week. When I went to comfort her, I tried to use the traditional phrase -- HaMakom yinachem otach b'toch sha'a'r avelei Tzion v'Yerushalayim -- May God comfort you among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.
I suddenly had a epiphany: I was one of the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem! The sheer speed and sudden depth of this realization brought tears to my eyes as I flashed on a memory of the shiva minyanim we held for my father.
It was an unexpectedly powerful moment.
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