The Smell Of Death

Today I went by bus to an azkarah [memorial gathering] in Talpiot for a dear friend and after I descended from the bus I walked around almost endlessly until finiding the shul where it was taking place. Asking people directions wasn't very helpful. Same EXACT thing happened last year when trying to attend this person's azkarah. I walked around and around until I found it.

Turns out that the shul is about a one minute walk from the bus stop. If you walk slowly.

I made a mental note of that for next year in case he is still niftar.

I hope we have tchiyas hemeisim before then.

Death stinks - both literally and figuratively.