As the Days of Awe approach, I find myself reminiscing, as I do every year, about my parents. I remember us all living under one roof, attending High Holy Days at Temple Emanu-El, and of course, getting new clothes to welcome the New Year. The pomp and circumstance of the Holiday conjures memories of my Rabbi wearing his “dress whites” and the special bonus choir in white robes and everyone in the congregation wishing each other “Shanah Tovah.” I felt the presence of Gd in the sanctuary and in myself. Spirituality was always in me, and I was and still am a believer in Hashem.
