Remembering my father tonight, מרדכי יוסף בן שמואל.
3 years. Chazakah. Unthinkable.
In the zoomed-in day-to-day reality, life goes on. In the last 3 years, we've celebrated the weddings of both my father's children and the birth of a beautiful granddaughter (my niece) who bears his name.
In the zoomed-out realm of existentialist thinking, it's still SO surreal that my father has not been physically present for these milestones.
I miss him deeply, especially in the big moments that remind me of the little things such as his omelets and his dad jokes and the mementos lying around the house.
Forever in my heart, יהי זכרו ברוך!
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