By Ari Friedman | February 24, 2021
This article was originally written about one year ago, when a new virus from Wuhan was just starting to make the news, and whose destructive power wasn’t felt yet in the United States. At the time Rabbi Glickman’s second yahrzeit was approaching, and even with the world-changing events of 2020 still to come, as with every life event, challenging or celebratory, the inability to share it with and learn from Rabbi Glickman, z”l brought its own sense of renewed loss.
As my hospital was swiftly overrun by COVID, leaving little time for anything other than trying to stem the crashing wave of death, I was never able to share what his loss meant to me and the lesson his legacy taught me for these trying times. My hope then, as it is now, is that others who knew him might find kinship in the feeling of loss but inspiration from the teachings he left us.