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Transcending Grief
Sandee Brawarskyr, The Jewish Week
October 19, 2003 -- A sukkah like no other stands in Jerusalem; its walls
are the panels of a memorial quilt, with squares sewn by more than 100
women from all over Israel to honor the memories of those lost in terror
attacks.
Sherri Mandell, who is one of the initiators of the quilt, explains that
loss envelops a person from all sides, the way a sukkah does. This
sukkah gives you an a sense of dwelling in that experience.
The sukkah is a project of the Koby Mandell Foundation, founded by Sherri
and Seth Mandell, whose 13-year-old son Koby was killed on May 8, 2001.
That day, he and a friend, Yosef Ish-Ran, cut school to go hiking near
their home in Tekoa, a West Bank town near Jerusalem. Their bodies were
found the following day; the boys had been stoned to death.
Sherri Mandell also honors the memory of her son in a new book, The Blessing
of a Broken Heart (Toby Press), an unusual, intimate and powerful work
about mourning. Her writing is poetic and spiritual, grounded in the teachings
of Judaism. While her grieving is never-ending, she has written a book
abundant with holiness, love and beauty, not hate and despair.
Early on she writes, Hate can steal a persons soul. But I
will not let it. Instead, I will learn about the soul, about the new land
Koby and I share. I will learn the customs and the language, to translate
the signs I might otherwise miss. ... Since Kobys death, I have
had moments of peering through the curtain of ordinary reality, touching
something greater, deeper, more extraordinary. Sometimes I think that
God and Koby are in cahoots, preparing these moments for me. I pray to
my son, and I cant help but feel that Koby sends me his blessing.
In an interview with The Jewish Week, Mandell explains that writing was
a way of dealing with the pain, and also a way of connecting to her son.
At first she didnt realize that her accounts of her learning and
experiences would turn into a book, but soon after she began, it took
form and she completed it in four months.
She read many books on grief but found that most are how-to guides,
written without the feelings. I felt the feelings in this book.
It includes all the wisdom I was given by other people about pain,
suffering and loss. It does contain help for others a line of healing,
an orientation that changes. It happened to us after Koby died. You can
use the power of a tragedy and transform it and bring good into the world.
Mandell, 48, who grew up on Long Island, says that her early life wasnt
at all spiritual, not connected to Judaism. While traveling after college,
she met her American-born husband in Israel, and took on her husbands
Orthodox practices. (They returned to the U.S. and moved to Israel in
1996.) While she enjoyed the intellectual parts of Judaism, she struggled
with belief. After Kobys death, she felt a need to understand where
he was, how Jews had dealt with this kind of loss, and study was a natural
path for her. One rabbi who visited her who had also lost a child told
her that people would try to comfort him by saying things like, Sorry
your child is lost, and hed reply, My child is not lost.
My child is with God.
She is remarkably candid about mystical experiences. Among them are many
encounters with birds and baby birds during the first year after Kobys
death, suggesting his presence and also the mysteries of the world. She
writes that birds symbolize the connection between heaven and earth.
We look at them and see the bliss of soaring between both worlds. They
give us a taste of pure freedom. When God speaks to me, opening windows
into the higher realms, those windows are opened for me by birds. The
birds are my angels, telling me to look up and not sink into the gravity
of my sadness.
Mandell learns much from teachers with whom she studies and also from
the women who come to see her. They reach into their souls and give
me divine pieces of themselves; love and compassion they feed me
with their words. Israeli women are unafraid of suffering; they know death
as a companion.
Now, she is comfortable comforting others, and unfortunately, there are
many occasions in Israel for her to do so.
Pain, she writes, is a rock you throw into a calm pond. It keeps
expanding. As soon as you deal with one pain, there is another to take
its place. There is the acute pain, which comes like a butcher knife to
your heart; the pain when you see your son in a photograph, his sweet
smile. ... There is the chronic pain, the pain of missing him coming in
the door. ... There is the pain of him not being there for his siblings.
... Then there is the pain of losing your future with him ... the pain
which is a vise around your throat of not talking to him ... the pain
of the cruelty inflicted on him. ... The pain of knowing that death is
there lurking in the corner for all of you.
She and her husband and their three children still feel at home in Israel.
They have considered leaving Tekoa, but not Israel. It would be
betraying Koby to leave. My job is to be more Jewish. This has made me
feel Israeli, tied me here, Sherri Mandell says. She admits it would
be difficult to leave Tekoa and the people they know, the people who knew
Koby. This was a community loss, too, she adds.
She writes that she is no longer the person she was. But rather
than mourn the person I was, I work to bless the person I have become.
Mandell explains that according to the Zohar, each soul has a mission
in the world and a soul can only acquire a new mission when a person dies
and that soul is later born into a different body. In near-death experiences,
though, a new soul may be brought down into that persons body. In
suffering my sons murder, she writes, Ive also
been reborn. ... Ive acquired a new mission in life. Koby is leading
us to a new sense of holiness, still bumping into us, forcing us to define
ourselves, creating a deeper belief in God and in our mission on this
earth.
The Koby Mandell Foundation also runs healing retreats for bereaved mothers
and widows, for families and for young adults as well as Camp Koby and
Yosef, a program run during the summer and school holidays for children
who have lost parents or siblings.
After Sukkot, the quilt panels of the sukkah will be exhibited around
Israel and perhaps in American synagogues too.
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