Today, would have been my father’s 72nd birthday. I called my stepmother and sent her a card. I wonder how many years you think oh my dad would have been 72 today if he had lived. It still seems a pretty young age and of course I know many other people with parents much older than that. Anyway, I know when my dad was sick and dying my husband shared a book I can’t remember what it was called but there was a concept that a person is like a fire cracker. Their life sheds these bits of the fireworks every where and after they are gone there continues to be that bit inside of other people. I know that I feel that I am carrying a piece of my father each day. I like this analogy for keeping someone who is no longer physically with you still as part of you.
636) Sent a card to my step mother today to let her know I was thinking about her on my father’s birthday.
1,000 Mitzvahs 