While I was in synagogue saying Kaddish for Matilda, it appears that Livvie and Kessie, her siblings, were also saying Kaddish for her. They have been surprisingly nonchalant about her absence. I envy them. But who knows, maybe when I leave the apartment, they respond. Maybe they follow their hearts, and cuddle more tightly together. Or maybe they have a sense of the presence of her spirit.