As I said on Tuesday night, there are no words of gratitude to sum up the kindnesses showered upon our family during the past three months. For those of you who spoke, sang, recited, and joked: thank you for sharing your talents in honor of my father. Thank you for showing him in so many lights: as a colleague, mentor, partner, and friend. For all of you who simply walked through the door: that was an act of tribute in and of itself. Thank you for helping us celebrate the life of my father. You came across distances near and far, some with little or no notice, and you held out your hand. Thank you.
Sharon is an amazing woman and a dedicated wife and mother. For all of us who appreciated this unusual opportunity to say goodbye, she is the one who made it happen. Although most of you know that I lack red meat eating proclivities, I hear the brisket was as delicious as always. Her heart and soul know no limits.
I have such an intense vivid memory of standing on that grimy, poorly-lit New York landing and feeling my father's arms so tight around me as we hugged in the middle of the night and listened to that ethereal music. Tuesday night was an unbelievable experience; to be surrounded by so many people who care about me as the song was once again released into the sky.
