My new job is in a different state, let alone a different institution. But memories of my father's office have become more vivid in the forefront of my mind ever since I began my new dietitian/diabetes educator position 5 weeks ago. There are aspects of this job that remind me of my father even more, … Continue reading My Dad’s Office: Part Three
In my previous post, I mentioned my dad's hours were usually 3pm till midnight or later. There was one day, however, when he had morning hours. That was on Mondays. He would go to Einstein Medical School to teach medical residents in the allergy clinic. He was an adjunct professor for 30+ years and then in … Continue reading My Dad’s Office: Part Two
If there were a way that I could put my memories of my dad’s allergy office in a chip and insert them into your brain, I would do that. But I can’t. (Nor would I want to perform such an invasive procedure on you!...) So I am left to write about it; to paint a … Continue reading My Dad’s Office
One of the first things I thought after my father passed away when I was 21, was that I had the perfect childhood. It wasn't that growing up didn't involve low self-esteem, shyness, anxiety, etc.—it did. It was just that I had this feeling of gratitude that my father didn't pass away when I was … Continue reading Cherished Childhood Memories
My father passed away suddenly when I was 21. That was almost 13 years ago. Father's Day has been weird ever since. Well, every day has been weird ever since. This year though, instead of memorializing my father on Father's Day—or more commonly, ignoring Father's Day altogether—I posted something on Facebook that celebrated small things … Continue reading Father’s Day, Remembering Dad
A few weeks ago I recited the Friday night Jewish prayer of Kiddush, sanctifying the Sabbath. My husband usually says it, but I was going to bed extra early so I said it for myself (I pass out early on weekends too ever since I became a mom and have a perpetual 6 am wake … Continue reading Remembering My Father’s Recitation of the Kiddush Blessing
Two Fridays ago, my co-workers were saying to each other, "See you Tuesday!" It was a long weekend, MLK day was the following Monday. Sometimes in life certain mundane phrases take on special meaning, and hearing, "See you tuesday!" jolted my mind into childhood memories. My dad always worked late nights—often into the wee hours … Continue reading See You Tuesday!