Vayechi! Let's Live!

Batya Medad ,

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Batya Medad
New York-born Batya Medad made aliyah with her husband just weeks after their 1970 wedding and has been living in Shiloh since 1981. Political pundit, with a unique perspective, Batya has worked in a variety of professions: teaching, fitness, sales, cooking, public relations, photography and more. She has a B.S. in Journalism, is a licensed English Teacher specializing as a remedial teacher and for a number of years has been studying Tanach (Bible) in Matan. Batya blogs on Shiloh Musings and A Jewish Grandmother. ...
Wishing you a Shabbat Shalom uMevorach, a Peaceful and Blessed Sabbath.  I blog more frequently and on a wider variety of topics on Shiloh Musings and me-ander, so I hope that you'll visit those blogs.  Thanks

This week's Parshat Shavua, Torah Portion of the Week, is Vayechi.  Biblical Hebrew has a different grammar from our Hebrew of today.  Take your verb, put it in future and add "and" and you have the past.  Yes, strange, but that's grammar for you.

Vayechi is about the life and death of our Patriarch Ya'aqov Jacob.  He fathered the twelve tribes, the foundation of the Jewish Nation.  He lives on through all of us.  There's life after death when you have children and further descendants.  Although his own father never left the HolyLand, he trekked and returned and then went down to Egypt for his final years, only demanding from his children to bury him in the Promised Land.

Today's the first of the goyish calendar year, 2010.  Now that I don't have attendance forms to fill out, and rarely do I write a check, I pretty much ignore the goyish date.  That's pretty easy for me to do.  The Hebrew date is something else, just looking in the sky and seeing the shape of the moon, and we can gauge pretty accurately what today's date is.  This picture shows a full moon, so it must be the middle of the month.

My father is only connected to the goyish calendar.  That's the world he grew up in.  He doesn't even remember his Bar Mitzvah, even though he certainly had one.

Every day as we take our walk around my neighborhood, we observe the weather.
"It's so warm outside.  Is it really the end of December?  It must be much colder in Great Neck now."
"Yes, they even had a snow storm."
"The house was always warm.  The end of December? Then it's going to be a new year soon.  And then I will be ninety, right?"
Ya'aqov was taken to Egypt by his children, and l'havdil, to differentiate, I brought my father to Israel. G-d willing, my mother will sell the house quickly and join us.  Most of their descendants are here in Israel.  That was the magnet that drew him here and made him agree to come with me.Before he left New York, he mentioned to friends and family that he probably wouldn't return.  He expects to live the remainder of his life in Israel.  Most of his friends and family of his age group have already died, or like him can no longer travel easily and independently to visit each other.  So, life in New York is not what it once was.  The time had come to make real changes.

We're all doing the best we can so that he'll enjoy however much time G-d gives him.  Vayechi... and he will live...