Life and Death
Ira’s Great Grandfather Ben Zion Edelman |
Ira is dying. He has been dying for 10 years now but he is finally reaching the end of his journey. He fought his cancer valiantly but it is finally getting the best of him as horrendously expensive medicines are no longer able to beat it back. It seems like as we age we become more familiar with death than life as more people reach the end of their lives. What do you say, what do you think, what do you do? They all seem like universal questions with no decent answers. I sent Ira a note telling him that I loved him and that he will always walk with me in life and in death. For his part he is positive in a negative way. He accepts his fate and is ready for it to pass. At some point death seems to become a relief.
Awhile ago I did Ira’s genealogy. At least explored it as much as I could. He is an Ashkenazi Jew and had a difficult connection to his father and family. They probably could never understand him. I found out that his family name was actually changed at some point to Wald from its original Wilinski during immigration. I relished the photographs I found of his mother, father and distant Lithuanian and Ukrainian relatives. Those in Europe likely all perished in the Holocaust. I documented as much as I could and sent it to his son Michael for him and his sisters. I don’t know if Ira could understand why I did it but for myself I felt it as a kind of gift knowing that he would become one of the names recorded, locked away and eventually forgotten. Such is life.
It is strange, I have a strong paternal connection to Ira’s son Michael. I have known him since he was a teenager and I have a strong desire to be there for him. He is truly a good man and perhaps I see him as a reflection of my dying friend. After all, when we die the most real way we live on is through the lives of our offspring. This lasts at most a couple generations and eventually, like everything else, falls away as time passes.
This is life, we are bookmarked by births and by deaths. It is the fundamental truth to the human existence. It is a wheel that can’t be stopped no matter how much we wish we could.
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