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\\tA writer named Robert Hubbell is not Jewish. He and his wife are both observant Catholics. But earlier this year he wrote an essay entitled \\u201cMy Kippah\\u201d about the fact that one of his most cherished possessions is a kippah. He did not know any Jews growing up. One of the first Jewish people he ever got to know was a law school classmate, a woman who became a fast platonic friend and study partner. After they graduated from law school, their friendship continued, and Robert Hubbell and his wife were invited by this friend to join what she called their synagogue havurah, a group of friends that met regularly for conversation, learning and friendship. This observant Catholic couple finds themselves going to Shabbat dinners, Passover seders, Neila services at the Temple and the break-fast after Yom Kippur was over. At all these moments, Robert Hubbell would borrow a kippah and return it when the event was over.

\\tWhen his friend had her first son, Robert Hubbell and his wife attended the brit milah. Before the ceremony began, his friend presented him with a beautiful hand-knit kippah and said: \\u201cHere. It\\u2019s about time you had your own.\\u201d Since then, Robert Hubbell would wear the kippah to all the events as the young families in this havurah lived their lives. He wore his kippah to their Bar and Bat Mitzvah services, weddings, and joyful religious gatherings.

\\tAs the years went by, however, he started wearing his kippah to the funerals of the families in his havurah. One day, alas, he had to wear his kippah to bury his friend. He writes:

On Tuesday, I helped to bury my dear friend. She was 65\\u2026As I approached the grave, I wondered, \\u201cWhat profound thought is one supposed to hold in mind while helping to bury a lifelong, dear friend?\\u201d My mind was blank. No profound thoughts. All that came to mind was, \\u201cI am wearing the kippah I wore to her firstborn\\u2019s bris.\\u201d

That kippah symbolizes the wellspring of our relationship, our mutual respect for one another\\u2019s faith traditions. The taut stitches of the kippah mirror the strong bonds of family and friends she wove into the beautiful tapestry of her life. She is gone, but I will hold tight to the kippah as a physical manifestation of her life, just as I will hold fast to the community of family and friends that is her enduring legacy and testament to the world.

\\tThere is so much pathos, poignancy, beauty, sadness to this story.