Today my father would’ve been 71 years old. But he’s seven years gone, buried on a gorgeous hill in Lost Angels. I miss him a lot.
I’ve inherited a lot of him. I have his eyes, and his love of driving, and his dislike of being in financial debt to anyone, and his temper – though, I like to think, version 2.0. And also I have his indomitable will, and his analytical skills, and his sense of commitment (with some additional flexibility thrown in; I tend to tinker with recipes).
Thanks, dad. Happy birthday. And to the rest of you, have a fitting instrumental by Daniel Lanois; it’s called “JJ Leaves LA.” I left LA in 1994 with no regrets, having hated it there, and now mom doesn’t live there anymore either – but I’ll go back to visit dad.
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*raises a drink (a chai latte in this case) to your dad*
He sounds wonderful, like you. I suppose you inherited that as well. Here’s to him, and to you.
(Also, Daniel Lanois is just fantastic. I adore him.)
I’ve always loved that picture of you two.
This is a beautiful tribute to him, and a beautiful picture of you two, and I am listening to Daniel Lanois and thinking of you.
*raises a glass*
I’ve seen that picture before, and each time, I think, that’s such a great photo of a father-daughter moment, when the daughter is clearly enthusiastic about something, and the father is absorbed in what she has to say.
Vikusia! I just a a shut of you know what ‘za upokoy’! I loved him very much, I’ve respected him, and so did Tolik, and we cherish the memory of Dear Edik. May G-d rest his soul… And congratulations! I’m proud of you I was absolutely sure you’ll find the job you deserved. Love, rella
