What To Do? My Dilemma

I am struggling today. Struggling not with my physical health, as my pain levels are under control. Not with mental health, as I am doing well in that department also. I am having difficulty with my emotional health.

I was unaware of the implications of compounding grief. It was leaving me in a state of indecision. Thankfully, when I talked with my coach this morning, she helped me have more aha moments. I have still not made any decision, but I now realize why I am feeling so conflicted.

A little background to help clarify what I am dealing with. My Orthodox grandparents never celebrated Hanukkah with us. But joyfully we were always part of the Passover Seder. I relished the usage of the 5th and 6th set of dishes in her breakfast room. I understood the locked cabinets in the pantry room. I always knew how special Passover was to my family and ancestors.

I must give one detail that was spoken about almost every year at Passover. It seems that when I was a little one, I was sitting in a highchair watching the proceedings of the lengthy Passover service. At some point I was fed up with the reading and picked up my spoon and fork. I banged on the metal tray of the highchair and chanted, “I want food.” The entire family broke out in hysterical laughter which has never happened again at a Passover meal.

My paternal grandparents gave me a love of my Jewish heritage. I knew that I would never be a part of the Orthodox belief system, but I appreciated how it felt to belong to my family. After my grandparents ceased to host Passover, my aunt took over the helm. Our gatherings grew larger and larger encompassing more family than I ever knew existed. The evenings were joyful, spirited, and heartwarming. My entire being felt the special impact of celebrating Judaism.

Once my aunt could no longer host Passover, I happily stepped up to continue the traditions. I do not keep a kosher kitchen. I did my best to continue the family traditions. I also wanted to incorporate new, modern activities. I had young grandchildren who needed less time reading and more time actively participating. My aunt and uncle graciously accepted my Passover service. Bringing my grandchildren, a part of my history was, and is especially important to me. I may be the last generation to host Passover. That makes me sad.

Last year, needless to say, I did not host Passover. There was no family gathering. There were no kids wondering when they would finally be allowed to eat. I did not make special plague bags or coloring pages for the little ones. Instead, I made the five courses of food for two and watched a virtual Passover online. It was not the same. I was sad, missing my family. My heart ached for the loss of normalcy.

Now, Passover is coming in two weeks. I am feeling an unexpected internal turmoil. For many reasons, I don’t feel safe hosting Passover right now. I now realize the depth of my grief. I feel grief from Covid taking away my sense of wellbeing. I feel grief about sad things occurring in my extended family. I feel grief at the loss of all my family in my elder generation. I feel grief at losing my family connection to Judaism. I don’t know what I want this year.

Hopefully, next year I will return to some type of a new normal. I want to give my grandchildren a sense of their heritage. That doesn’t help me right now though. One option I have been given is to spend the day in meditation exploring more about Passover. That feels doable. Another idea was to spend the day at the cemetery reciting the Haggadah at my grandparent’s grave. I did some research and found that that is not appropriate.

I am struggling with the desire to respect the traditions while not feeling able to do what I have always done. I don’t like being indecisive. I have worked hard for three years on doing things that are good for me. I am happy with who I am now. I am struggling dealing with all the grief in my life right now. At least I know why I am feeling such indecision.

What should happen, will happen. I am leaving it up to my higher power to give me a clue as to what is good for me. A wise comment was stated to me today. I was told, G-d will understand if you can’t hold a Seder this year.


16 thoughts on “What To Do? My Dilemma

  1. Covid has disrupted lives and lifestyle all over the world. You should keep safety above everything else. We take comfort from rituals but the faith lies in our hearts. Next year you’ll hopefully be able to go back to the traditional way of celebrating Passover.

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  2. a “kosher kitchen” suggests to me more that just food. It’d be nice if you felt like expanding one day.

    I very much enjoy blogs esp your’s and David’s which educate me about Judaism. I realise how ignorant I am, but I’m wanting to learn.

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  3. What’s interesting is that I ended up celebrating Jewish holidays much more than my grandparents did and one of my daughters became orthodox. You just never know what will end up inspiring your grands. I too participated in a Zoom seder last year and likely will not be doing anything in person again this year. It has become the new normal to stay home alone. Hopefully by the summer everyone will be vaxed and things will feel safer 💙

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    1. My struggle is not with being alone, but with not feeling up to doing a Seder at all. That is something I never expected. That is interesting that your family has moved toward more religious traditions, not less. I consider myself a cultural Jew, and my daughters only participate in what I do at my house.

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  4. With your skill with scrapbooking, perhaps you could focus some attention on creating a Passover handbook for your grandchildren. It could include recipes, photos from past celebrations, a history of family traditions, and photos of dinnerware. I know it is not anywhere close to the same, but it would be a way of documenting and celebrating in hope of a more normal year in the future. I understand your grief. I have one remaining aunt, who just turned 100. She is the last of my elder generation. The grief from this past year is overwhelming on so many levels.

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  5. I totally understand Lauren, I miss celebrating our family traditions with all my kids, but that is not possible with the current travel restrictions. My kids are all over the place! Hang in there, maybe it’s time to establish a new tradition, a Zoom version, with candles and passages of scripture without the food? Covid has taken so much from us, don’t give it reign over your emotions. C

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