It’s been almost three years since my father died. November 2001. We came from New York to spend the last days with him. Daniel was three months old.
During the Shivaa we looked at my father’s first photo album. There he was – at the age of three months (my grandmother wrote carefully under the picture), looking at us from the photo. The exact image of Daniel. The resemblance was striking.
As Daniel is growing up it seems obvious that the inheritance did not limit itself to the looks. A craze for cars and a carnivore's appetite, combined with his mechanical skills, make him the dream-grandchild of my father. Not a day passes by that I don’t regret the fact they did not have a chance to meet.
Hadasi.
you are most talanted, I enjoy this album so very much.....the photos....your writing.....you are so gifted.
shlo.
Posted by: shlo | October 23, 2004 at 03:15 PM