Rafael Grossman was the successful rabbi of a prominent synagogue, the president of his state's rabbinical council, and the dean of a Hebrew Day School when his teenage daughter Shoshana became ill. Shoshana, vibrant and energetic, a delight to her parents and everyone around her, died at the age of seventeen.
My Shoshana: A Father’s Journey Through Loss
After her death, Rabbi Grossman was sure that he would never regain his faith in God or his joy in living. But as the years went by, he began to understand how Jews throughout history managed to sustain hope in the wake of personal and communal calamities. He penned this heartfelt letter to Shoshana as an expression of his love, and his never-ending sorrow, but also of his sense of renewal.
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Shoshana Grossman died at age 17, leaving her parents immeasurably saddened and shaken - if not in their faith, then in the belief that they would ever be joyful again. Shoshana's father Rabbi Rafael Grossman, author of My Shoshana: A Father's Journey Through Loss , says that now, some 40 years later, he and his wife Shirley have learned to rejoice in life's goodness. He wrote the book "to deliver this message of hope, that as excruciating as the pain and grief may be, we honor our deceased love ones by showing the strength to re-emerge into all of life, with its joys and challenges.
I remember the dates, times and places. It was a beautiful August 2nd morning, at our local hospital. I was interrupted in my thoughts by my daughter saying, "Mom, hello?? The technician said once again, "and what number of pregnancy is this for you? Weeks later, I was awakened by a phone call from my daughter saying that she had started bleeding. We went to the hospital. She indeed had miscarried the baby. Best Mom By Keri Singleton. In an instant, a tragic car accident claimed three generations of his family: his mother, his wife, and his young daughter.
While most of us will not experience such a catastrophic loss in our lifetime, all of us will taste it. And we can, if we choose, know as well the grace that transforms it.