You were only 24 when I was born. How solemn you look in this photo, holding me – a tiny newborn – in your arms, in Jerusalem of 1971.
But you shouldn’t have worried. You did well. You were good to me, and taught me to live and to love fully and passionately. You taught me to enjoy life. When I felt anxious or worried, you smiled and reminded me that life is short. When I was sad or upset, you told a silly joke or tickled me and made me laugh.
You are an inspiration to me. You are artistic and creative. You are spirited, passionate and incredibly funny. Sometimes I look at you, and I am amazed that anyone can have such a great attitude towards life. You look at the world like a child: with wonder and amazement.
Sarcasm? Cynicism? Melancholy? Those would be a waste of your time and energy. You don’t dwell on the negative. You always find the good and the positive – in people and in life. I wish I were more like you. I am so proud to be your daughter. I love you, dad. Happy Father’s Day.