The Death of a Superhero
I blogged previously about Superman Sam, a little boy of 8 who had leukemia. He died on Shabbat, his parents by his side. His mom Phyllis chronicled the experience here including his last moments – poignant, heartbreaking, so terribly awfully sad. Today Sammy Sommer was laid to rest.
The digital age has helped all of us stay in touch and stay better informed about everything with everyone. So many people followed Sammy’s story. We laughed, we cried, we celebrated, we mourned. We became a part of the story. And now he is gone. We must do everything within our power to raise money to fund finding a cure for childhood cancer, so that no more moms and dads need to bury their children, so that no more siblings have to say “I used to have a brother”. Some of my friends are part of this drive – 36 Rabbis Shave for the Brave - and I urge you to contribute. There are so many other organizations and charities to which you can contribute – please do so.
I think of how much I love my kids, and how much the Sommers loved their son and their other special children. I find it so difficult to grasp the idea that they had to leave their son there in the cemetery, in a grave, all alone. I cry at the devastating thought that they will never ever hold their son again. But I tell myself, that yes, his physical body has been consigned to the earth, but his spirit is flying high. His pure soul, his neshama, is soaring on the wings of eagles.
I cannot even begin to imagine the pain Sammy’s family are in, but I know that Sammy’s story touched so many people, myself included.
Rest in peace, Superman Sam.
To the Sommer family: המקום ינחם אתכם בתוך שאר אבלי ציון וירושלים