{"id":814,"date":"2014-07-21T12:47:01","date_gmt":"2014-07-21T16:47:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/?p=814"},"modified":"2014-07-21T23:03:26","modified_gmt":"2014-07-22T03:03:26","slug":"a-prayer-for-eleanor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/?p=814","title":{"rendered":"A Prayer for Eleanor"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Elanor\"<\/a>When I was young, I decided that if I ever had a daughter, I would name her Elanor, after the tiny, tender yellow flower described in Tolkien\u2019s Lord of the Rings.<\/em><\/p>\n

As a middle-aged woman, I met an Eleanor. She reminded me of that little blossom, the small, star-shaped flower brought by the Elves to the earth, a blossom of grace and beauty.<\/p>\n

The Eleanor I met was mostly called \u2018Ellie.\u2019 In our first meeting, at a Shavuot picnic, she sat on a park bench, spotlessly and elegantly dressed in summery whites and pastels. Her face spoke of composure, introspection.<\/p>\n

In our early year, I accompanied Ellie through the death of her brilliant and gentlemanly husband, Dr. Irving Joffe, a man who held a Ph.D. in Chemistry. Irving Joffe held patents in his first profession and then went on to become a doctor of radiology at Tufts University, at the University of Rochester, at the Yale School of Medicine.<\/p>\n

Ellie bore her loss with grace. And then, her own decline with like grace.<\/p>\n

Ellie has struggled for years with a brain tumor. First, she could walk less and less. Then she was entirely confined to her wheelchair. In the past months, she has been unable to get out of bed.<\/p>\n

She is a considerate, thoughtful woman. She loves to learn. Until very recently, I never visited her without seeing a stack of books nearby.<\/p>\n

This past year, she lost more and more control over her speech. Now and again, I would see a tear of frustration as she struggled to speak, to find the words.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know what I want to say,\u201d she said. \u201cI can\u2019t find the words.\u201d<\/p>\n

One day, as she fought for words, finally giving up with a gentle smile, I said: \u201cEllie, your eyes are trying to tell me what you are thinking. I will try to read your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Over the past year, she would compose herself, I could tell, for every visit. I had to name the challenges she was facing before she would acknowledge them. Slowly, a little reluctantly, she would nod if I asked her if she was feeling sad.<\/p>\n

I visited her this morning. Now, Ellie is having trouble swallowing. Her caretaker told me she was not communicating. She was sleeping, mostly. I expected her to sleep through the entire visit and decided to play soft prayers so she could rest.<\/p>\n

I took out my guitar. \u201cShalom Aleychem,\u201d I sang. \u201cPeace be on you.\u201d Then I sang a lullaby of angels, B\u2019shem Hashem<\/em>. \u201cMay Michael be on my right, and on my left Gavriel. Uriel before me and behind me, Rafael. And over me, Shekhinat El.\u201d I sang the prayer of peace, Oseh Shalom<\/em>.<\/p>\n

But I did not sing Ellie to sleep. Her tender eyes were open, observing me the entire time. She twice wiped a tear from her right eye while I was singing \u201cShema Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai Echad. Listen, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally, I sang Adon Olam.<\/em><\/p>\n

I knew what I was doing, and it hurt.<\/p>\n

Adon Olam<\/em> is sung as a final prayer in Friday night services. But it is also recited in the room of a dying person. The last stanza reads \u201cInto Your hand I entrust my soul both asleep and awake. And with my soul, my body too. You are with me; I am not afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGod\u2019s palm,\u201d I said, \u201cis holding you tenderly, Ellie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I believe that. I believe that God knows Eleanor Joffe for the quiet, loving lady she is. I believe she is treasured and held. She is beloved.<\/p>\n

After I sang, I blessed her. I asked God to give her ease and shalom. <\/em>She didn\u2019t say anything. She just looked at me. I tried to read her eyes. But all I saw there was her exhaustion.<\/p>\n

I kissed her head. \u201cI bless your kepe,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

I stood at the door, speaking softly with her caregiver, when I heard, suddenly, Ellie\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you,\u201d she called out hoarsely. \u201cI love you. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned. Her arms were outstretched.<\/p>\n

I put down my guitar, my notebook. I went back to her hospital bed and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. \u201cI love you, too, Ellie. I love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

And she said, again and again, \u201cI love you. I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ellie, tender, star-shaped, yellow flower of generosity and kindness, of beauty and grace. When the time comes, I pray that the Holy One of Blessing gathers you up like one would gather a flower. With the tenderness a fragile, elegant, lovely thing deserves.<\/p>\n

Keyn y\u2019hi ratzon.<\/em> May it be so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ellie has struggled for years with a brain tumor. First, she could walk less and less. Then she was entirely confined to her wheelchair. In the past months, she has been unable to get out of bed. …One day, as she struggled to speak, finally giving up with a gentle smile, I said: \u201cEllie, your eyes are trying to tell me what you are thinking. I will try to read your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[195,196,194],"class_list":["post-814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-adon-olam","tag-bshem-hashem","tag-elanor"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/814","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=814"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/814\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":820,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/814\/revisions\/820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrenalinedrash.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}