We went to our local synagogue, last night. It was time to say prayers in memory of my father. There was a small turnout at the service; five kids, about twenty-two people in total. We spent a few moments chatting afterwards with the new rabbi and with a few other folks there that we didn't meet the first time we belonged there. It was bittersweet; I choked a bit on the first recitation, but I did better on the second.