An interesting evening.

This evening Cat, Zach and I went to friday night services at a temple in Sudbury. This is the first time I’ve done shabbat in probably 25 years. We’re looking at this temple for Zach to go to Hebrew school, and this was sort of their ‘welcoming’ evening.
For those who don’t know, one of the parts of shabbat services is when the rabbi asks if anyone is sitting shiva or would like to say kaddish. There’s a pause where members can call out names of those they are mourning for. I paused a moment, and called out “Robert Shevett”. My father, who died over 2 years ago, but for whom i never got around to saying kaddish.
I made my way through the prayer, but it was hard. I had forgotten most of it, but I managed the bows in the right places though I was basically crying the whole time. I think I’ll take the time to learn the prayer again by heart, and then do shabbat at least once more for him.