| Today, April 2nd, in 1999 my Dad died. That year it fell on "Good Friday". I have stopped trying to find the "right" hebrew calendar date to light the Yertzeit, the candle to remember and honor his life. I'm now sticking with the easier, "western" calendar. I miss and love you Dad.
[be safe, come home soon]
Typical scene on Sunday mornings when we lived on Iroquois Rd. Dad would get up earlier, run to Hartford, Bienstien's bakery, get some poppy seed "kaiser rolls" still warm when he reached home, and fresh bagels. He'd have the rolls broiled, with butter melted all over it, and a crispy top where the butter hadn't melted to, and /or a bagel and cream cheese, or bagel, lox and cream cheese with his cuppa joe as he read the sunday paper.
[and Mom would be working the NYT double-crosstic - in pen!]
Summer typically found him working in the yard, and /or working on the car(s), and in winter he'd build a fire, and maybe put on Stan Getz and try to rest some on a pillow tossed on the floor, music surrounding him, and the fire warming him ...I love him so.Often family would take this day to stop by and visit, because this was Dad's "day of rest" . Sometimes he'd get encouraged to get on his Suzuki and ride with "the boys". Methinks there should have been more fun days for him on sunday.
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