At the beginning of my rabbinical career, I often officiated at funerals for members of “the greatest generation.” The eulogies told the dramatic story of immigrants and survivors who arrived in North America and started over again, of young men who fought courageously in World War II, of dedicated volunteers who fought for Israel’s independence, Soviet Jewry, and more.
After one funeral, a younger member of my synagogue approached me. He thanked me for the eulogy, which was the inspiring story of a Holocaust survivor; then he paused, and asked, “Rabbi, what will they say at my funeral?”
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