Last week, the day after losing my spiritual mentor of ten years Zev Ben- Yakov, I went to Knott's Berry farm with a girlfriend. We went to the park with one pursuit: enjoy those rollercoasters. If you haven't been to Knott's in some time, it's Knott, I mean 'not', the same innocent park it once was. These rollercoasters are monstrous.

I found myself carrying a lot of grief with me that day, naturally I was still processing the shock and grief of unexpected bereavement. Zev had been so kind, so gentle, so full of love, I felt the best way I could honor him was to keep my plans that day to go to Knott's Berry Farm, and to return to a childlike state of the zest for life derived from letting go and having fun.