By Lynda Sexson

When I die, if you need to weep, cry for someone walking on the street beside you. 

And when you need me, put your arms around others and give them what you need to give me. 

You can love me most by letting hands touch hands and souls touch souls. You can love me most by sharing your simchas and multiplying your mitzvot. You can love me most by letting me live in your eyes and not in your mind. 

And when you say Kaddish for me, remember what our Torah teaches: Love doesn’t die, people do. So when all that’s left of me is love, give me away.  

Memory is an imaginal constellation of past and present that generates a new experience. Memory is not the storing of the past, but the storying of the present. 

From Ordinarily Sacred (1992): University of Virginia Press.