Every year on this date I write a blog post about my dad. He died 24 years ago in 1992 of primary liver cancer. He was only 73 years old. It's crazy to realize that that's how old Roger is now. My father seemed so much older then.
Look how young Roger and I are in this photo. I was probably 38 years old, and Roger 48. We were just starting our lives over together. Roger's mom is standing next to me. She was probably meeting my parents for the first time. In this photo my mom is just a little bit older than I am now. That generation seemed so mature. Roger and I are still rambunctious kids. It's so interesting how an era makes and marks you. It's nearly indelible.
My family will light a Yahrzeit candle for my father, and it will burn for 24 hours. We have done this every year since he left us. We will remember him with all the love we have in our hearts.