I keep asking Hashem to send me a dream about him. I want to see him walk and smile and talk.
My cousin found a video from a Chanuka party in 1988. "Check this out," he said.
There I was, 6 1/2, looking like a Princess/Coco-pop. It was all so funny, my brothers and sisters and cousins in minature. My grandfather, reveling in being master of ceremonies. My grandmother, pushing food on all of us.
Then my father walked in. He smiled at the camera. "Hi," he said in his soft voice. "Hi."
The video was 25 minutes long, and I kept going back to that part, my tears blurring his beautiful smile. "Hi," he says to me, three months after I said goodbye. "Hi."
4 comments:
hashem sent you what you needed to see and hear. the tears are good.
You are right. It never happens the way we think though,does it.
I'm so happy for you that you have this ...and also sad that this is what you have. May Hashem bring you and your family some measure of comfort.
wow. I have chills and tears.
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