I have just read this book in my language. I really wanted to publish on my blog a part of the book that meant a lot to me, so I asked a pen-friend of mine from New York to write me that part of the book in English (thank you!).
How then, I asked the Reb, can you avoid the second death?
the short run," he said, "the answer is simple. Family. It is through
my family that I hope to live on for a few generations. When they
remember me, I live on. When they pray for me, I live on. All the
memories we have made, the laughs and the tears."
"But that, too, is limited."
He sang the next sentence.
done a good jobbb, then I'll be re-mem-bered one generation, maybe
two.....but e-ven-tu-alllly....they're gonna say, "What was his naaame
At first I protested. Then I stopped. I realized I
did not know my great-grandmother's name. I'd never seen my
great-grandfather's face. How many generations does it take, even in
close-knit families, for the fabric to unravel?
"This is why," the Reb said, "faith is so
important. It is a rope for us all to grab, up and down the mountain. I
may not be remembered in so many years. But what I believe and have
taught----about God, about our tradition - that can go on. It comes
from my parents and their parents before them. And if it stretches to
my grandchildren and to their grandchildren, then we are all, you
I had 4 great-grandmothers & 4 great-grandfathers. And out of 8 names I know only one of them (I know the name of my maternal grand-mother's mother).
So - no big deal actually if my name will be forgotten sooner as normally.