One Parent, Ten Children, and a Week of Kaddish

This morning’s class was recorded in Jeruslem, at 7:00 in the morning, in a synagogue where “Breakfast and a Class” meant something very different. The coffee was finished. Instead there was arak. It was a yahrzeit morning, and the setting was Zecher le-Avraham — a domed synagogue built in memory of Avraham Picciotto, just off the old railway line where tracks once carried people away and life has since grown back around them. From that quiet, early-morning space, surrounded by children, grandchildren, and the layered emotions of being in Israel during a week of Kaddish, this class unfolds. The episode weaves together personal memory and classical Torah sources to explore one powerful, uncomfortable truth: the love of a parent for a child is deeper, more instinctive, and more absolute than the love in the other direction. Drawing from Parashat Vayigash, the Ḥidushei HaRim, Sanhedrin, Midrash, Zohar, and lived experience — from Ya‘aqov and Yosef to grandparents and grandchildren today — this is a reflection on what parents give, what children owe, and how Torah, tefillah, and Kaddish allow that love to continue flowing even after a parent is gone. A little arak, a lot of Torah, and a conversation that lingers long after the class ends.