As is the tradition in our religion, on the anniversary of the death of a parent, sibling, spouse or child, we light a candle in their memory. With the “Yahrzeit” (year’s time) of my mother’s death approaching, I had the honor of being called to the Torah today at our synagogue. Thinking of my mother, I did a blessing over the Torah and was rewraded with a giant hug and kiss from my wife. She smiled because I do ham it up (ham it up in synagogue?) and sing the blessing quite loudly. What the heck…I want my mother to hear.