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.