Grandma's yartzheit cont'd.

So I went to ma’ariv, the evening service, at Sha’arei Tzedek at 9:30 last night to say Kaddish for my grandmother. (One cannot say Kaddish alone.) Then I busted a move to bed by 10:20 so I could hit shacharis, the morning service, at 6:20 this morning. I stumbled over the Rabbi’s Kaddish, which has extra lines in it that I never learned correctly, even after my dad died. But it turned out all right, for the most part. The lainer, Jeff Cohen, let me lead the service from Ashrei (after the Torah reading) to the conclusion. I need practice! I made it through okay. I topped it off with a bagel and chocolate chip cookie from B.B.’s across the street from the shul.