To my father,
who gave me life
who drove me to Hebrew School
who came to all my soccer games, then treated me to Italian ices and pizza after every victory or defeat
had Ritz crackers and peanut butter snacks prepared for me when I got home from elementary school
To my father,
who tells me stories about playing stick ball as a child in the streets of Brooklyn
tennis on the courts of Eisenhower Park with men 20 years his junior
and that barber shop choir
To my father,
who sings Dylan with me in a convertible, top down of course
Motown's greatest hits word for word
and who took me to see Phantom of the Opera when I was young enough to have no idea how that chandelier didn't fall from the rafters
To my father,
who helped me move in and out of every apartment and sublet of my life
and there were many - time to pack the Pathfinder again!
who works harder than most
with all the reflections that lead us here
I am grateful there is still time to celebrate you
I am grateful you moved mountains
to give me this life.
I love you.
Happy Father's Day!!!!!!!!
L
That is beautiful, Linds!
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