A Eulogy for Mike Hecht (1919-2009)…by Robert M. Katzman
My dear friend, Mike Hecht, 90, died this morning. When I received this message from our Rabbi, this was my reply to him. It was written eleven days after my previous post on April 30th (my 59th birthday) with Mike in mind. I handed it to him when I last saw him. I don’t know if he read it. I’m going to believe he did.
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Sometimes, being able to put words on paper to express such pain…is an incredible privilege.
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This will certainly end up in my 6th book, about poetry, to be dedicated to Mike when it’s published this Fall.
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This is a eulogy I’ll never deliver.
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I just can’t do things like that.
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Mike Hecht Dies
© May 11th 2009
Robert M. Katzman
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No, Jonathan
You are wrong
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Mike Hecht’s not dead
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We can’t see him, but he’s still there
He’s in the mortar of the Temple
He’s the wind blowing through the trees outside your window
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He’ll be on the bima
Punching the air every Shabbat
Whenever there’s a blessing
He’ll be flickering in the candles
Whenever you nail a good sermon
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Whenever another Jewish child becomes thirteen
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Thanks his parents
Mike’ll be nodding and smiling
Kvelling that as a people
We will continue
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And, for me?
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I’ll still feel his solid weight in my hand
When I gently pushed against his back
As he struggled up the Temple’s stairs
On Friday nights
Grateful to be a part of us
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I’ll feel his strong grip in both of our
Two left hands
As he descended those same stairs
Trusting that I would never
Let him fall.
I would never let him fall