Sunday, June 11, 2006

Baruch Dayan HaEmet

Blessed is the true judge - that's what Jews are supposed to say when someone dies.
I'm having a very hard time saying it today.

Dr. Shaindy Rudoff passed away yesterday, Saturday June 10th.

Shaindy was short and bubbly with curly blondish hair. She was in her thirties, and had a doctorate in literature. Her online CV says her research interests were Nineteenth-century American literature and culture, American popular culture, religion, and literature. She started Bar Ilan's Creative Writing Program a few years ago, and managed to make a success of it.

It's hard to imagine someone so alive not being alive anymore. I know she was sick for a long time, but I never saw a moment of weakness. I never saw her sad or down. I didn't know her very well. I'm sure her close friends saw her weakness, but what she showed the world... there was always a smile, always a bounce.

So today, although I say those words, Baruch Dayan HaEmet, in the Jewish tradition, I can't help but ask why? Why do you take away a person who does so much for so many people? Why?

And I know the answer.

Lev 10:1 And Nadav and Avihu, the sons of Aaron, took each of them his censer, and put fire therein, and put incense thereon, and offered strange fire before the L-rd, which He commanded them not.
Lev 10:2 And there went out fire from the L-rd, and devoured them, and they died before the L-rd.
Lev 10:3 Then Moses said unto Aaron, This is it which the L-rd said, saying, I will be sanctified in them that come near me, and before all the people I will be glorified. And Aaron held his peace.

There it is I will be sanctified in them that come near me. B'krovai Akadesh. G-d takes the best back to Himself.

Goodbye Shaindy. And thank you.

3 comments:

DrSavta said...

A beautiful tribute!

Anonymous said...

I'm very sorry to hear, Dear! Losing someone who's young and lively is always hard. I lost my best friend in a terror bombing (Israel will be Israel) 11 years ago, I didn't cry like that even when my grandparents died...

Yehi Zikhra Barukh.

Yoss said...

I knew Shaindy from our MDS days and ran into her in Tel Aviv a couple of years ago. We'd spot each other in the street and chat. The last time I saw her we were both retuning from the beach on Shabbat afternoon - she with nephews in tow. We waited for the light on Ben Yehuda and I asked her what was new since we had last met. She said she'd gone through a boyfriend in that time. That's more than I can say for myself, I said. Then she took her nephews up the block for ice cream, and I crossed the street.