This wonderful piece takes you from the intensely personal to the transcendentally inter-spiritual. Wonder-full!
My Dearest Spam,
If he were still alive we’d be celebrating my dad’s birthday today. I threw him a small party every year and decorated the downstairs yellow which was his favorite color. When he had a big meeting with a bank, his socks were always yellow. He loved yellow because he felt it symbolized happiness.
The last time I saw my dad was in a hospital room and he was dying. Before I left, I asked him, “Is there anything I can do for you, Dad?”
I wrote down what he said: “Be my daughter, you don’t know how much I love you. Thank you. Bye.”
Don Tishman was born 88 years ago to a couple of Orthodox Jewish anarchists living in…
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