This evening marks five years since my father’s passing. The past three years Eitan and I hosted a kiddush in our home the shabbat before his yahrzeit. We brought friends together and shared food and drinks to honor his memory. Each year I would share a story or a memory of my father or reflect on what it has been like to not have him physically here anymore and talk about how we try to bring him into our lives in large and small ways.
Last year I took on a large and emotionally draining project. I created a memory book of pictures and stories gathered from family and friends. I feel so blessed and grateful for those stories and so honored that a memory book sits in the homes of my siblings, my father’s siblings, my cousins, and my father’s friends. It means that on a shabbat morning one of these individuals may take out their book and say “want to see pictures of your grandpa, my best friend, a man I admired?” It keeps his memory in our hearts and his stories alive in the homes and hearts of many now and in the future.
This year feels particularly emotional when I think of my father not being here. He has two grandchildren arriving this year, both Michelle and I are expecting. Michelle is due on Dad’s Yahrzeit, something both so special and so hard.
It was hard for both of us to imagine starting a family and knowing our kiddos would not get to meet their grandpa in person. However, creating that book last year showed me there are hundreds of people ready and willing to share their memories of our father. Hundreds of people who by loving and being loved by our father will also show that love to our children and try to be some form of grandfather for them -- to honor our Dad.
Samuel Rosenberg, Z’’L touched so many people’s lives in his short 59 years on Earth and his memory and his goodness is ever present in all our lives.
Since his passing, three children have been named for him. Three beautiful little people will ask their parents about their namesake and be told about the great man’s legacy they carry. I love seeing my niece Samantha (for a million reasons obviously) but particularly when I say “Sammy” I picture the warm way my father’s older siblings would say his name. I always loved that his older siblings called him Sammy but that Uncle Michael said “Sam,” with some sweet deference and admiration there for his older brother. Admiration for my father was not felt by his younger brother alone. Everyone who knew my father knew he was a great man.
When I look over the stories or think about his legacy he was so much. He was a beautiful and kind husband, a fun and forgiving parent, the most loving and creative grandpa, an honest and giving attorney, a loyal and loving brother, a unique and special friend, and much more. My father loved to repeat something his older brother would say “the best thing you can do for your children is to love their mother”. And boy did he love my mom. He thought she was the cutest person. He loved every little quirk and patiently (for a not very patient man) would walk anywhere with her, at a pace that defied human momentum; seriously, how do you get anywhere walking that slow? My parents really set a high bar when it came to love. They had their things they disagreed about but their love was storybook. My Aunt Lee said to my mom in the hospital (I paraphrase) “you two were the model of what love should be.” That love really guided my choice when I met Eitan and every day I remember to appreciate and honor my marriage. Eitan is different from my father, but in a lot of important ways they are alike, and our love and marriage is modeled after the honest and deep love and commitment I saw between my parents (and continue to see modeled by his parents as well).
This year as I reflect on the relationships my father had, I think about my own as well. It's a hard and scary time in our world and I think about what it would be like if he was here. Thank God Eitan and I have decided we are going to drive to the East Coast and see family. Like my father, we hold no value higher than the value of family.
Michelle and I are the first of my siblings to conceive a child after my father passed. My father knew sweet Meg was pregnant before he died and the joy of that baby to come and baby Yoav helped him throughout his treatment, giving solace and comfort in his pain. I can’t imagine not being there after Michelle gives birth. We have really been on this journey together and this beautiful baby is another sweet reminder of our father’s legacy.
The pain of not being with family these past five months has been really overwhelming. I know my father would be proud of our commitment to make it work. I also know he would be proud of the thoughtfulness in how we are going. He would be pleased we are both thinking of our own safety, how to protect ourselves and our precious little one, but also proud of the steps we are taking to not potentially, unknowingly spread Covid or infect others. It will be so hard to social distance from some of the people we will be seeing but it will be worth it to drive 12 hours to even see family and stand 6 feet apart. My father (and my mother) would be happy just to look at us, or just watch their grandchildren play, and I now really understand that sentiment. I am excited to just see my Sammy (and all my niblings) and say her name and think of my Dad. I am also so excited to hold Michelle’s child and eventually my own, and remember that even after my father’s passing his legacy and his name will live on through these precious little people.
To honor the day, this year Eitan and I will attend an outdoor service - social distancing and wearing masks. I will get to say Kaddish with a Minyan and then we will go to the Kosher BBQ place, get takeout, and eat some delicious meat that my father would have loved. We will continue to be in our bubble of two (or 2 ½) missing our community, but knowing my father would be proud of our commitment to helping end this pandemic and playing our part in keeping others safe.
Five years is a long time. A lot of life has and will happen since my father’s passing, but Thank God we can hold his memory and take him with us into each special moment in our lives.
