...and then life happened

"The Talmud says that speech is where the body and soul meet. The gift of speech can be an instrument of good." Papa was a good steward of that gift by being the voice of reason. He did not take pride in his accomplishments, he simply took pleasure. He had wisdom...simply because he lacked arrogance.

This is a picture of my Papa at our wedding...he out danced all of us....

Last week I lost one of my best friends...my mentors...my hero...my Papa. I really have been dreading posting this or talking about it. So I will keep it brief and short...For over a year and half my Papa had been fighting to live after a massive stroke. Through his struggle he managed to keep his humor and inspire so many. He is why I push harder and set goals beyond what I ever imagined. Papa was the last grandparent I had, and the first I ever met. Living across the street, my sister and my cousins and I were there everyday. He taught me to always do the right thing and feed your mind...The service was beautiful...so many stories and so many friends and family who have come to be with us during Shivah (time of mourning) 

I am getting back in the swing of things...my heart breaks for my dad...and my aunt....but I know that he is with my mom and my grandma...cracking jokes and dancing up a storm. Thank you to all for your patience as I have been out of the loop. Thank you for the emails and messages....you guys have really helped me get through this. Normal programming will resume. 

Love you guys!