Baruch Dyan Emet!
“Blessed are You, L‑rd our G‑d, King of the universe, the True Judge.”
An ancient Hebrew blessing that we recite upon hearing tragic news. The story behind the blessing is long and torturous, and I will not wander down that path today.
A somber winter day dawns quietly outside of my studio window. A young woman’s life is tragically cut short and her stricken family grieves. We are born, we breed, we die, and in all of that we ponder as to whether that is all there is to life, or if there is more that is just beyond our sight.
I sit mutely with the family, for there are no words of consolation, nor should there be.
Cici … may you be awaiting us.