Rabbi Medloff touched my hand. “In the Jewish tradition, when someone dies, we say ‘Baruch dayan ha’emet,’ which means ‘Blessed is the true judge.’ ” He looked at me, his eyes intent. “God knows your friend. God knows her heart. Who she was, and who she was trying to become.” He squeezed my hand. “There is a true judge, and I believe that judge will see her.”
That last sentence
