My grandfather recently passed away on both his actual English and Hebrew 95th birthdays. He’d been looking forward to the milestone for quite some time, especially for the party that had been planned for him. Unfortunately, when he entered the hospital with pneumonia a few weeks ago, the party was “postponed,” and ultimately never came to be.
One Shabbat morning a few years ago I decided to skip shul and head over to a friend’s apartment for coffee. I didn’t time my visit well. Strolling along in sweatpants, I ran into one of the rabbis in my community coming home from shul with his family. I was mortified. While he could not have been any friendlier and wished me a good Shabbos, I was embarrassed to be seen in non-Shabbat-like clothing during peak Shabbat hours.