I don't remember the last time I had visited a grave on the Mt. of Olives. Yes, I'd been to Ibrahim's home, but he lives in the neighborhood of the living. I guess I don't know that many holy people. The Mt. of Olives is the world's oldest and holiest Jewish cemetery dating from biblical times. Many holy rabbis over the centuries have been buried there. Even Madonna visited one of the Kabbalah rabbis, when she was here with the Kabbalah center.
This past Friday, however, was the anniversary of my friend's son's death 5 years ago. He had a rare genetic thing, which left him, since birth, severely handicapped. He never walked or spoke. When he died at the age of 14, he was buried in the Mt. of Olives in a special plot for holy children - those who never spoke bad about anyone. It is a special merit to be buried there because space is limited and is usually reserved for renowned rabbis these days. Legend has it that when the resurrection happens, people buried there will be resurrected first.
After we read the psalms and the quorum of 10 men left, the mother and a few of her friends stayed on to sit and keep this young soul of her son some company. We listened to the mother grieve for her son, for her loneliness and some shared what they felt too.