It’s the mitzvah nobody wants to be in the position of doing, yet the one that requires full, daily commitment for eleven months. Saying Kaddish for a loved one is not a one-and-done, and for some mourners, it can be a heavy burden.
Eighteen years ago, Rabbi Gedalia Zweig of Toronto, Canada, entered the scene with his book Living Kaddish (Targum Press/Feldheim-distributed). A few weeks after his mother passed away, Rabbi Zweig was visiting Orlando with his family.
“I discovered that all minyans begin after Disneyworld closes for the day,” he says wryly. “I needed a minyan. I needed to recite Kaddish.”
He found his minyan in the end, but Rabbi Zweig had also uncovered an issue, a hole in the tapestry of Jewish life: The urgency of Kaddish wasn’t resonating with people. And that needed to change.
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