The curtain between the past and present had started to lift, allowing me to see both who my father was and, perhaps for the first time, who I am becoming without him.
Lifting the Curtain of Loss: Rediscovering My Father and Myself
Saying Goodbye to My Father: A Eulogy of Love, Humor, and Memories
My father was modest and rarely spoke about his accomplishments, so when he did, I simply loved hearing snippets of the mastery he had of his field. It filled me with such pride. I couldn’t imagine knowing so much about one area. I still can’t.
Rivka. 25 years old. She married three weeks ago tonight.
Every year I walk up a small hill near my uncle’s apartment in Jerusalem. On that hill is a tree growing along the edge of the sidewalk, and at the foot of that tree is a pile of broken glass; glass from a shattered windshield. For some reason I always notice this glass, and I... Continue Reading →