I went to a funeral today, that of the man without whom I never would have finished my BA or earned one MA, much less two. It was the first Jewish service I’d ever attended (actually, the first time I’d ever stepped foot in a synagogue), and even though I’d fretted about it considerably before the actual event, it turned out to be nothing to worry about. And, ultimately, it was a beautiful ceremony — lots of talking about how the man touched people’s lives through his work as a teacher and also through his faith and leading by example. Seeing hundreds of people there, all of whom had inspirational and touching stories to tell, was a deep and meaningful testament to this man’s life. I can only hope I’m half as lucky when it’s my time to die. Namaste.