Debbie Friedman z”l – Her last week – by Sam Glaser

About Debbie’s last week, at Limmud in England.  Ice storm.  Late-night kumzitses (singalongs).  Little things you didn’t know about her but you recognize the neshamah, the beautiful person-soul, when you hear them, and then you cry.

Jewish musician Sam Glaser’s rememberance of Debbie Friedman.  Scroll down to “Losing Debbie.”

I don’t actually know if I know Sam Glaser’s music.  But I want to, now.  I read what he wrote and thought, “Yes.  That’s it:  why he was so affected.  And why I was.”

I still promise that I’m going to write that last post, the personal one, about why she matters so much to me, too.  I’m thinking, in time for her shloshim, 30 days after her death, 30 days after her leaving this earth.  I don’t use language like that, usually.  But with Debbie … that’s just the way it seems to be.