A Flickering Light

I’ve been missing my Dad a lot these past days.  It’s been almost 3 months since he died.

Knowing he was going to die, I asked him if he was scared of dying.  He said “no, I think of death as just “lights out””.  While his light may have gone out—perhaps at that moment when he stopped breathing, perhaps before that when he was in a morphine-induced coma—his light seems to be flickering in me, reminding me of his presence on this earth for 88 years, 4 months and 28 days.  For 58 years, 10 months and 23 days, he was my Dad.  Those numbers will never change.

Grief is weird.  It comes and goes.  For me, it is not a constant pain.  It floods over me at unexpected moments.  I was in a store yesterday to buy a birthday card.  I saw Father’s Day cards and realized that I would not be marking that day again.  That made me sad.  I may have been the only person in the Kennedy Center concert hall crying through the Dvorak cello concerto last week because it was a concert my father had recommended for me last year, when I sent him the program for the National Symphony Orchestra and asked him to select a few concerts he knew I’d like.  I didn’t really need him to select concerts for me.  It was one of those things I did because I knew he’d appreciate it and it was my way of connecting in a relationship that had often been a challenging one. These concerts connect me to his spirit, that flickering light that hasn’t gone out, at least for me.  If you ever see me crying during the Dvorak cello concerto or Tchaikovsky’s violin concerto or Mahler’s Fifth, you’ll know why.

A friend in New York wrote to me: “Jews do grief well”.  I think she is right, although I don’t have much experience with grief in other religions.  I found unexpected comfort in going to the synagogue every morning before work for 7 days after my father died, as is tradition.  Before the mourner’s kaddish, the prayer for the dead, is recited, each mourner is asked to say out loud the name of the person they are mourning.  For 7 days I said out loud “my father, Eli Bensky.”   I am not particularly religious, but I had a need for some type of ritual to honor my father and honor my loss.  Sending his name out in a sacred place amongst strangers and other mourners was life-affirming and death-affirming.  For those 7 days, I also lit a Yahrtzeit memorial candle, another Jewish ritual of mourning.  I placed the candle on a shelf above my bed and, in the middle of the night when I woke, the flame bounced gently off my bedroom walls and reminded me of Dad.  I took comfort in that flickering light and I will do so every year on the anniversary of his death.

So, while death may be have been a “lights out” for Dad, it has been a “lights on” for me.  That flickering light that is my Dad, that gently bounces off the walls of my bedroom, that light that flickers within my heart.  That light that reminds me of the 58 years, 10 months and 23 days he was my Dad.  Those numbers will never change…




18 thoughts on “A Flickering Light

  1. Hi Roberta, I tried to leave a comment on your blog but I don’t have a wordpress account so I would let me… I found this post so touching and real. Your connection with your Dad is heartwarming — even if it was somewhat difficult in real life as you allude to. It made me miss MY dad, and I felt some regret not having the foresight that you had to ask about his suggestions for concerts or other ways for you to connect with his spirit. In my case, I at least have a lot of Dad’s old Jazz albums that I listen to while I imagine him sitting with his scotch and “getting into his personal space”. Bravo to you for listening to Eli’s choice for you!! It is something for you to hold onto. Love, Nan


  2. You are such an excellent writer and put so much emotion and feeling in this very heartfelt journal. What a beautiful way to mourn your loved one, it brought wonderful memories of my Dad, thank you my dear.

  3. You have said this so eloquently. It’s difficult to put into words the emotions and impact that loosing Dad has had for all of us. So often I read or hear something and think I should share it with Dad…..
    Love you always – Carolyn

  4. Hi, Roberta. We are sorry to see the note about your dad. Grief does come and go, and it comes less frequently as time goes on, but it always returns, sometimes in the smallest associations. It is good that your grief is founded on good associations that make the good memories return.

    Lou Thompson

  5. What a beautiful letter expressing your loss. I also knew your Dad and his relationship with Larry (my husband) was a very special and warm one… Thank you for sharing…. Love Ruth

    On Sun, Feb 9, 2020 at 9:11 AM Travels and Journeys wrote:

    > Rbensky posted: “I’ve been missing my Dad a lot these past days. It’s > been almost 3 months since he died. Knowing he was going to die, I asked > him if he was scared of dying. He said “no, I think of death as just > “lights out””. While his light may have gone out—perhaps” >

  6. Dear Roberta, I did not know your Dad, but the way you describe the loss and the relation between you is great. I am sure that you will, as I do, continue to think of him and cry when for years to come you hear certain pieces of music. I still have it that way. My father passed away more than forty years ago, but I have the feeling that he still watches over me from above.All the best, Marion

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