The Jewish community lost a remarkable presence today. Debbie Friedman died early this morning.
Debbie has always been a presence in my life. Even before I met her in person at OSRUI in 1991, her music had a deep impact on my connection to prayer and Jewish life.
But tonight, as I put my kids to bed, I realized her most lasting impact on my life.
Each night, we sing a bedtime Shema.
We sing Debbie's Shema.
And then, upon further reflection, I realized that we sing the Alef-Bet Song almost every morning.
And Havdalah each week. And I know that there are many many more...
Talk about a legacy. My kids will always know her, even without her physically present.
May her memory be for a blessing.
She will not be forgotten.