My dad turned me onto the Who when I was in middle school and he showed me Tommy. The movie freaked me out a little, I mean Ann Margaret rolling around in baked beans was bizarre. It was wonderful to get a chance to take my dad to see Roger Daltrey live years later. We had so much fun at that concert.

When my parents and I still lived in Michigan, one of our favorite things to do together was to go out to eat. This beautiful picture was taken on my birthday one year at Knights in Ann Arbor. I will forever treasure all of those yummy times. In fact, quite often my parents and I would be driving all over late at night, trying to find a decent restaurant open. We were always night owls.

This is one of my favorite pictures of me and my dad. It is from when I was a teenager and we were up north in Charlevoix at the house we rented every summer. I just feel like it oozes love. Love you to the moon and back papa foosen.

My husband, Christian, and I were able to finally visit last October. Having lived in Frankfurt since January 2020, between Covid and other health issues this was the first time we were able to come in. I love this picture of the four of us, because the smiles can barely be contained on our faces. That is how I want to remember my dad.

When we lived in Farmington Hills, we used to love hanging out by the pool. We also loved to take selfies or "ussies" making silly faces. These pictures capture both of these happy memories.

Here is an interview that I did with my parents a few years back.

I don't have the words to convey how much my dad means to me and how much I miss him. So here's a picture from happier and goofier times.

Pic from way back!

I am lucky to have many fond memories of your Dad.  It always stood out to me how much he loved his wife, children, and grandchildren.  An incredibly kind and gentle man.  

He and your mom extended that kindness to me and my children many times.   Your parents often acted as surrogate grandparents and attended a 'grandparents day' when Noah was in preschool.   ❤️ 

This is just about how I remember my childhood. My dad was always the one taking the pictures. The man behind the camera. There are so few pictures of him from back then because he was the one always taking the pics. This one was taken by me in 2016 during Hanukah when Carrie, Ayelet and me went back to Michigan. Rachel joined us and mom and dad when we went to Ann Arbor for lighting candles with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Fred z''l. My dad loved to have multiple menorahs and I believe his favorite was the one that he inherited from his parents. 

This was Thanksgiving 2022. So much to be thankful for that you gave us dad. I remember as a kid waking up and watching the Detroit Thanksgiving Parade while you and mom made lemon meringue and pumpkin chafan pies crust and all. I remember how you always wanted the dark meat. I am thankful for you. 

My dear friend from Mumford high school. You were a great teacher and many people were so impressed with your knowledge. You left an incredible mark on your former students. We both had some interesting teaching stories as we shared them with each other. My thoughts are with you at this difficult time. You are a gift to all those who know you. 

Abba. 

I was born on your day. We have spent 44 12/14s together. I remember last year panicking that this would be the last and unfortunately it will be. Each year at midnight it was a mad dash to see who would call who first. It was a competition. 
When I was younger you would take me for rides around Detroit and show me the old neighborhoods. You would tell me stories that I tried to show interest in and wish I had been more interested in. I know I will write many of these but for this one I want to focus on the books. Boy oh boy did you have a lot of books. I remember when I was a kid that we would need to move books to find a place to sit down. Your library always had World War II books in it and we shared a common interest in studying the war and the Holocaust together. When I moved you down to Tampa you had so many books that I had begged you to not bring. You didn't need them in my opinion. I started to unpack for you guys and there were the books and I started to organize them and then to make a large pile of what I thought would be lovely donations. You were not having it. Whether it was arguing with me or it was you simply taking books out of the pile when I wasn't looking you couldn't let go. 

Now look at my library. I have an extensive one at work and a very nice one at home. Ayelet has her library in her room and Galit is beginning to have a growing collection on her shelves as well. Whenever someone tells me to get rid of one or a bunch I look at them like they are crazy. 

You see Abba. You are my book. We have a beginning that began together on your birthday that I took. We have rising action in the form of childhood. We have the climax when you became a grandfather. We have your years of following us in Tampa and Atlanta that are sort of like falling action and now we are reaching the conclusion of your book. I pray that I will have your book in my library forever as it is something that is so loved and cherished by me. 

I love you. 

My aunt Beatrice and cousins Norman, Joel and Fern.  My colorized photo of them.