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This is going to be convoluted, please bear with me...
My descendants on both my maternal and paternal sides were Chasidim. My paternal great, great, great grandfather was a Rabbi in Poland. My family came to this country when my grandfather was one. My father was raised Orthodox. He was married in an Orthodox shul. Up until 2nd grade, I went to an Orthodox girls day school. At that point, my great grandparents passed away. I was put in public school. I don't ever remember going to shul again as a child. I guess religion was something my parents did because it was expected of them by their grandparents (my great grandparents. We still did the High Holy day thing, Seders, etc. My parents divorced and we lived with my father (my mother is totally out of the picture, she was not a nice person). At some point, my father met my step-mom (I actually call her mom). She is a wonderful, loving woman--everything a mother and wife *should* be. She and my dad went on to have 3 more kids. She identified as a Unitarian (although she was jewish by birth) and went to a UU church regularly. My dad sometimes went with her, and they were married in a UU church. But he was not a regular church goer and their 3 kids (my half siblings) were really raised without any religion.
As an adult, I found my way into my religious comfort zone. I belong to a reform congregation, and try to go regularly. My kids are in religious school, my oldest became a Bar Mitzvah a year ago today and is working toward confirmation, my daughter will become a Bat Mitzvah next year. My husband is not Jewish, but attends services with me, celebrates the holidays with me at home, etc. We are a Jewish family raising Jewish children. For my son's Bar Mitzvah, my father passed on his T'fillin, Tallit, and Kippah that he wore for his Bar Mitzvah many years ago.
So, here we are today. My father was diagnosed 6 years ago with IPF (a type of lung disease). He was doing ok for a long time, you'd never know he was sick. Right around Matt's Bar Mitzvah last year he started taking a turn for the worse. Soon after, he needed to go on oxygen at night. By May, he was on oxygen full time. He was told that most likely he would not survive to see the fall. He has held on, past summer, past fall, past Thanksgiving, Chanukah, New Years, etc. He is getting near the end. He knows it, everyone who talks to him knows it. He can't really get out of bed these days, talking is too strenuous, etc. The doctor says it could be days, weeks, maybe a month or so. I'm trying to be strong for my kids' sakes and for my younger siblings, but it gets so hard.
Anyway, on to my dilemma. He has made his funeral arrangements very clear. He has arranged to donate his body to a medical school here so that he can maybe help work on finding a cause or cure to the disease he has. When they are finished with it, he wants to be cremated. He does not want a Jewish funeral. He does not want anyone sitting shiva. He has no interest in talking to a Rabbi, etc. He's agreed to having a memorial service at the UU church they were married in. Do I just not sit shiva? How / what do I do to mourn? Can I still say Kaddish? I am at a total loss. I know I could talk to my Rabbi, but I am not ready to do that yet. That makes things too definite (if you know what I mean).
Thanks for following this if you've managed to read this far.
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