How I Learned To Embrace Death And Moshiach

At around 7:00 PM on Thursday, I was laying in my bed, relaxing and watching a show on Netflix. My wife, Rivka, was washing my daughter, Tanya, in the bath.

And then I heard my wife’s voice. It sounded panicked.


“Elad, Tanya is acting strange.”

Usually, if Rivka says something indicating she’s worried about Tanya, I don’t worry right away, I wait for the facts to be figured out before I try and draw a verdict.

But this time, there was something in her voice, something that told me this was different.

And so, when she ran in with our daughter on her shoulder, wrapped in a towel, I was already up, my heart racing.

At first, it seemed like a normal scene, my wife holding my daughter, who seemed to be resting on her shoulder.

But then I saw my daughter’s eyes.

They were vacant, like she was looking far, far away, into some unknown abyss that was beyond me. And her mouth was slack, as if it had no ability to move on its own, as if it was being shaped by the world around it, instead of by its muscles.

I don’t remember if Rivka was saying anything at that time. I just remember being overcome with a sort of terror, a fear I had never felt before. It was purely primal. I began calling out Tanya’s name.


No response.

I touched her shoulder. It was cold and didn’t respond to my touch. She kept staring ahead.

Again I yelled her name. This time loud, so loud she would have to react.


No response. Eyes vacant. Mouth slack. Body unmoved.

My wife tried to shake her awake. Nothing.

In that moment, a million thoughts flashed through my mind at once. I had never seen a person in this state, and I could only imagine what was wrong with her. For a brief second, the thought that we might lose her flashed through my mind, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I called 911. I ran out of the apartment, illogically trying to find someone who could help me. Behind me I heard my wife calling out my daughter’s name with a shaky voice.


I called Hatzalah as well. In a few minutes, I heard sirens and breathed a bit easier.

Then Rivka told me Tanya had just thrown up. My heart almost lept out of my chest in joy.

As I heard the EMT’s make their way into the apartment building, I saw my daughter slowly gaining conciousness, looking around, dazed… confused… but alive.

After hurriedly explaining everything to the EMTs and Hatzalah, and as Tanya slowly revived, they explained to us slowly, calmly, that our daughter had most likely suffered a febrile seizure.

A febrile seizure occurs when a child, usually a toddler, has a fever that comes on very quickly. It happens to about 1 in 25 children, and is fairly harmless in the long run. Only 1 in 95 or so of children will suffer further problems. But as all those silly clinical descriptions will say online, it is “scary” for the parents. Especially if those parents, like us, have never heard of such a thing.

I remember when we took the ambulance together; Tanya, Rivka, me. I remember Tanya fighting when the EMT tried to put this thing on her finger to measure her oxygen level, and I remember how much joy that gave me. I remember how when we got to the hospital, I looked down at my daughter and just felt this gratitiude, this immense joy and fear at the same time, because of what I had just witnessed. How I saw a look I hope never to see again on my daughter, and how she had quickly come back to life, and how beautiful she was now.

It was the scariest moment I have ever experienced, and while I have been able to pull myself out of that moment of fear, something from that moment has stuck with me.

That look.

The look my daughter had when she was just so gone, so lost, so far away.

You see, I used to have this fear, a fear that would give me panic attacks.

When I was young, I used to stay up at night and think about death. To be more accurate, I would think about infinite, about how when we were gone, we would be forever gone, and whatever happened after death, whether there was life or not, we wouldn’t be in our normal forms, we would be somewhere else, somewhere not in this world. And it would be forever. And –

And then, as those thoughts flashed through my mind, my whole body would shake, from my feet to my head, everything would shake, and I would have to get out of bed, and I would walk back and forth, and I would try and think about something else, and, in the end, I would usually read a book, or talk to my parents, or use the computer, in order to distract myself. Slowly, the thoughts would disappear, and I would be in my own world again, distracted from the thoughts. Until the next time.


Even as I grew older, these panic attacks would happen to me, albeit much less often.

But then, when I was twenty years old, I had a NDE: a near death experience. I’ll describe that another time, but the point I’m bringing here is that ever since then, I never once experienced another one of those panic attacks.

Until two nights ago.

Two nights ago, I was going over that sight of my daughter in my head. I was imagining it, and the fear that came with it, and then I imagined her gone, and then I started thinking about what that would mean, and then I thought about death, and all the old thoughts came back to me.

Soon, I was up again, running out of the bedroom, into the living room, pacing again. Trying to distract myself again.

And I remember as the fear started to dissipate, and I started to forget the thoughts again, I stopped myself.

I said to myself, I need to look at this thing. Need to examine it.

And I remember, how, for the first time in my life, I really thought about death. Thought about the people around me dying, about myself dying, about how my daughter looked, how that soul, that beautiful vibrant soul that inhabits her so fully, was suddenly gone on Thursday.

And, for some bizarre reason, my thoughts turned to the idea of Moshiach (the conception of a Messiah).

The concept of a person coming into the world and turning it inside out so that we will all live happily ever after was always the hardest concept in Judaism for me to accept. I understood this idea that, sure, the world sucked and we need to fix it and all that.

But to suddenly live in a world of G-dliness? Something about it scared me. This world, with all its problem, is comfortable. But to live in a world of perfect revelation would mean that all this stuff I’ve been working on, my work, my struggles, my life… would all be transformed, and some of it would even disappear. Including Netflix. I didn’t really want that.

But when you’re in the hospital with your daughter, when you’re imagining that look on her face, all those concerns, all the Netflix you ever watched, suddenly erase. And you realize just how meaningless those desires, those distractions are. They become nullified to a higher truth: that this world is so much more, so much deeper than our lives. That my hopes for getting promoted at work, or getting more readers on my blog, or of finding out what happens next on my TV show are so incredibly meaningless as to completely blot out of existence when faced with the concept of death, of infinite, of being forever blotted out of this world, of the ones we loved slipping away into another dimension.

And as all those realizations hit me that night, I finally realized why I should desperately want Moshiach. And why I shouldn’t fear death.

Far too often, we want a world of comfort. We want to distract ourselves from what matters, because to acknowledge what matters is an acknowledgement that we are far from that meaning, that we can hardly conceive of it.

And so we pursue these physical comforts, whether they be our careers or TV shows.

Desiring Moshiach’s arrival means acknowledging that you don’t want to be distracted anymore. That you want to live a life of meaning at every moment.

It’s an acknowledgment that money, blog readers, that fame, prizes, academic achievements, TV shows, and everything else, are meaningless in and of themselves. It’s an acknowledgement that what we think of as life isn’t anything except a gateway to something deeper, and that death doesn’t take us away from that meaning, but actually brings us closer.

Two nights ago, for the first time in my life, I looked at my panic in the eye and faced it head on. I embraced death. And, also for the first time in my life, I celebrated the imminent coming of Moshiach.

Because looking at my daughter’s face on Thursday, watching her revive, breathing that sigh of relief, and feeling everything except what mattered disappear, made me internalize the most important fact of all: life isn’t about anything except the meaning underneath it.

Please G-d, let us see it all immediately.





14 responses to “How I Learned To Embrace Death And Moshiach”

  1. Eric Linus Kaplan Avatar

    well said! I’m sure this essay will touch people deeply as it has me, and so glad your daughter is well.

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Thanks, Eric. So glad to hear you enjoyed it.

  2. Rebecca Klempner Avatar
    Rebecca Klempner

    Powerful post! I was just discussing a similar incident with my husband yesterday. My youngest daughter, when she was much younger, had a relatively severe breath-holding incident. She got slammed into by her brother from behind by accident, stopped breathing, turned blue, and looked dead for about a minute.

    The moment she started breathing again was the happiest of my life.

    I think the reason we fear death and fear the time of the Moshiach is that they are so unknown. If things, as you say, are upside down, completely distinct from our This Worldly experience, we can’t predict what these inevitable future events hold. For a lot of us, that’s scary.
    I’m still working on this fear myself.

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Wow, that’s such a scary moment. Thanks so much for sharing it.

      And I totally agree about the unknown. I think that’s the reason we throw ourselves so fully into things like career or distractions like TV. They are comfortable because we know what to expect out of them.

      Ironically, the more that we embrace them, the more we’re living a life of death.

  3. NetaTweets Avatar

    I always hated it when teachers would talk about distractions and how it’s all just Gashmiyus; that rarely helps anyone. I enjoy just relaxing and watching a short comedy, if only for an hour a week, and I don’t believe that’s a sin. We just have to monitor and consider the things in our lives and their values.

    This is probably one of the first times I have read on this topic and actually felt satisfied. Gives good perspective and refocus on life. Thank you for writing this. Hope your daughters well 🙂

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      Thank you so much! Glad you feel that way.

      I think the reason that it comes off weird in those situations is that it sounds like a black and white thing, when the truth is, in the right situation, when you really need to relax, and it really will energize you to work better and focus more later… it can even be elevated. I guess it’s easier to frame things as either good or bad for the speaker… but not for the listener.

  4. Rivki Silver Avatar
    Rivki Silver

    Wow, that is intense! I’m SO GLAD your daughter is fine. You touched a chord with the desire for a comfortable life. I definitely want that, and have shied away from contemplating the bigger things, like why I’m not immersing myself in mitzvos 24/7. It’s a real question, and part of the reason I wanted to live in Israel. I felt like it was easier to be connected there. But Hashem wants me here, so here I am. Thanks for the reminder.

    1. Elad Nehorai Avatar

      If it makes you feel any better, I personally found my avoda to be much more challenging in Israel. I guess it depends on the person, but sometimes we don’t realize that where we are is the best place for both Hashem and us.

  5. Rachel Levine Avatar
    Rachel Levine

    Thank you for this article. It is so hard to not want to be distracted. Usually, I think about wanting to get rid of my distractions, but it’s always an ideal and it just slips away and I go back to my distractions. Death scares me, but maybe if I work more on finding meaning I will come to terms with it, and more importantly, get closer to Hashem.

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