For the ones who wake up and say,

she really isn’t here!

For the ones who go to bed and think,

how did I get through another day?

For the ones who see a picture and think,

is that what he looked like?

For the ones who make a high pitched kiddush and ask,

when will he come home already?

For the ones who wait outside a dressing room and think,

she would know if it fits well.

For the ones who rush to the grocery and think,

he used to buy the bread.

For the ones who want the amud but can’t say,

I have a chiyuv.

For the ones who despise the amud and mutter,

it better be worth it.

For the ones who go to a sem interview and answer

‘my mother died’ on the application.

For the ones who wait for the phone to ring and think,

my father would have found the boy.

For the ones who refuse to sleep for fear

he will haunt me even after death.

For the ones who carry pain and work through

relationships filled with could’ve and should’ve.

For the ones who are forgotten and think,

my loss is still real.

For the ones who feel like a burden and wonder,

maybe I’m asking for too much.

For the ones who are fed confusing tales and think

she must have died because of me.

For the ones who grapple with guilt and worry,

maybe I should have davened harder.

For the ones filled with relief that think,

I must be so selfish and bad.

For the ones who feel desperate longing and weep,

Why doesn’t heaven have visiting hours?

For the ones who cry, I cry for you.

And for the ones who can’t cry, I cry for you, too.

ומחה ה׳ דמעה מעל כל פנים

May Hashem dry the tears from every face.