Option B for Naomi - Shavuot Yizkor 5777
Jun 5th 2017

I want to add my thanks to those of Norman Bacal and the lay leadership of our Congregation to recognize our good friend, Mary Ellen Herman, who has dedicated the Banquet Hall of our Congregation in memory of her late husband, Michael Herman. Mary Ellen’s leadership gift is a statement of faith in the future of our Congregation. I am grateful to her and the Herman family for their friendship and their commitment to Beth Tzedec. I’m looking forward to a wedding within the family to take place next winter in the Michael and Mary Ellen Herman Banquet Hall. Mary Ellen has lived Option B. These words are in her honour and for many others who have faced tragedy and found their way forward.

I felt increasingly isolated, just so lonely. I’d drop off my kids at school, and people would stop talking when they saw me. I’d walk into work … and there’d be no chitchat. … I could silence any room just by arriving. So, a couple of days before the end of shloshim, the traditional Jewish mourning period for a spouse, I thought, if I was going to write something, this is what I would say: ‘Stop asking me, ‘How are you?’ How do you think I am? Say: How are you today?’ And get out of the way of ambulances. Because when Dave died, no one moved.

In her book, Option B: Facing Adversity, Building Resilience, and Finding Joy, Sheryl Sandberg of Facebook tells the story of the sudden death of her husband, Dave Goldberg. People ask, ‘What’s the worst moment of your life?’ Well, there are lots of contenders. But it might be telling my children their father died.

Sandberg’s message is particularly apt today, since the Scroll of Ruth, which we’ll chant later today, is about women who rebuilt their lives when Option A was no longer possible.

Ruth’s story begins when Elimelekh, Naomi, and their sons left Judea for the country of Moav to avoid a famine. Probably not Option A. Elimelekh died. Naomi was left with her two sons. Certainly not Option A. The boys married Moavite women and after living in Moav for ten years, both sons died. Definitely not Option A. Naomi was left alone.

My Rabbi told me that I just had to lean into the suck and let it happen. But Judaism ... helped me know when to bury him and where to bury him and what prayers to say, and there is something comforting in that, and it was the same prayer that people have said over people who have died for thousands of years.

Naomi slouches back to her home town of Bet-Lehem, and her daughter-in-law, Ruth, refuses to leave her. We really become resilient for other people, not for ourselves. I think the moment I really started to see the possibilities for hope and joy was when I said, Look, if I don’t find a way to move forward, then my kids are going to have a harder time recovering.

The women of town can’t believe it’s Naomi. They talk about her, but not to her. It’s not just death which does this, it's really all forms of adversity. You want to silence a room? Get diagnosed with cancer. …Have someone in your family go to prison. Lose a job. Sexual assault. These things are uncomfortable, and because they're uncomfortable people are often afraid of saying the wrong thing and often say nothing at all, and then we have this huge elephant in a room following us around.

Naomi thinks, “Don’t call me Naomi, the pleasant one. Call me Mara, the bitter one. God has dealt bitterly with me. I went away full, but the Eternal has brought me back empty; the Eternal has brought calamity upon me.” She thinks it’s all her fault.

Adam Grant, Sandberg’s friend and co-writer, introduced Sheryl to the 3 Ps that make it harder to heal.

We personalize and imagine that we’re somehow responsible for what happened. After Dave died, I pored over his medical records asking what I could have — or should have — done.Eventually, she accepted that she couldn't have prevented his death: His doctors had not identified his coronary artery disease. I was an economics major; how could I have?

Not everything that happens to us happens because of us.”

Pervasiveness. Will this affect all areas of your life? Will sadness carpet your soul wall to wall? Unable to focus when she returned to work, a moment came during a meeting when Sheryl Sandberg was able to forget her grief and get absorbed in the discussion. She realized that her professional life could still be worthwhile, even after tragedy had struck in her personal life. I didn’t die.

PermanenceFor months, no matter what I did, it felt like the crushing grief would always be there.

I thought I would feel the way I felt in the beginning forever. Every minute. I… would never feel another moment of pure joy again.

Gradually, I learned that we should accept our feelings — but recognize that they will not last forever. 

Grief is a form of love; it can’t be rushed, but it doesn’t have to be permanent.

Naomi sends Ruth to glean for food. The land owner, Boaz, notices Ruth and tells her, “Don’t glean in another field… Stay close to my young women.… follow behind them…. At mealtime he said, “Come here, and eat some of this bread.”

Referring to earlier efforts to comfort those who were grieving. Sandberg writes, I got it all wrong before. I used to say, ‘Is there anything I can do?’ I used to say, ‘How are you?’ or not say anything.

Rather than offer to do something, it's often better to do anything. Just do something specific. My wonderful friends ... tragically lost a son and they spent many months in a hospital before that. And one of his friends texted him and said, "What do you not want on a burger?" Not, "Do you want dinner?" Another friend texted and said, "I'm in the lobby of your hospital for an hour for a hug whether you come down or not." Just show up. Now, there's no one way to grieve and not everyone will want the same thing. So the best approach is really ask people. Say, "I know you're going through something terrible. I'm coming over with dinner tonight. Is that OK?”

The poet Rilke wrote, “Just keep going. No feeling is final.” Joy can come again. Ruth marries Boaz. “She bore a son. Then the women said to Naomi, “Blessed be the Eternal, who has not left you this day without next-of-kin;… [This boy] shall be to you a restorer of life and a nourisher of your old age.”

After tragedy, some people are broken. The 20 Israeli soldiers we shall welcome next week walked away from combat experiences with post-traumatic stress disorder. Many suffer debilitating depression, severe anxiety. Others seem to bounce back to the way they were before.

But some bounce forward, and gain some positive change from a negative event. The grief or sadness doesn’t go away, no one is happy that it occurred. But along with those negative feelings is the possibility of improvements in our lives, where people are able to say, I’m stronger. I lived through that, I can live through anything. I’m more grateful.”

I have new relationships, or my relationships are deeper because people have helped me in ways that I never thought possible, and I’ve become closer to them because of that. Post-traumatic growth is about a stronger sense of meaning — having a purpose. Jonathan, the young son of our friend Rina, died. Rina began a ẖesed group at her synagogue to help others with a hand or a hug. She called it Yad Yonatan, the Hand of Jonathan.

I remember the day that I lived longer than Dave did, which happened in March. …I’m alive; fingers crossed, I’m going to turn 48 and Dave never did. I have appreciation.

Why do we read the story of Noami and Ruth? Their Plan A ended, but they made a Plan B. They supported each other, made it through the depth of despair. And something amazing happened. Ruth’s son, associated with Naomi, became the great grandfather of King David.

It’s important to talk openly about memories — not just positive ones, but difficult ones, too — [to] help kids make sense of their past and rise to future challenges. It’s especially powerful to share stories about how the family sticks together through good times and bad, which allows kids to feel that they are connected to something larger than themselves. … 

And its important to remember a whole person, with wonderful and challenging personal qualities. I beg my friends, Do not set them up with [the memory of] a perfect father!”…. My hope is to hold on to Dave as he really was: loving, generous, brilliant, funny and also pretty clumsy. … When emotions are running high in our house, but my son stays calm, I tell him, You are just like your daddy.” When my daughter stands up for a classmate … I say, Just like your daddy.” And when either of them knocks a glass over, I say it, too.

Most of us live some sort of Option B. So let’s take time now to remember the ones we loved and still do love. Let’s recite Yizkor.

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