...isn't easy for me. He passed away in 1966 when I was 8 years old. Today is his anniversary--43 years. Wow. I lit my memorial light for him and said a prayer.
I do have some photos of him, thankfully. I do have some distinct, fond memories of him,too. He once took me to his place of work, in a restaurant, that had Lionel trains running along the top rim of the ceiling for all to watch. I can see it now. It's the clearest memory of him I have.
I always wondered what my life would have been like if he had lived and mom wasn't on her own, although my older brother helped a lot and having my grandparents did, too, especially grandpa. That's another memory.
Well, G-d had His plan and I didn't turn out so bad without 2 parents, as long as a male role model was around. Kinda weird though> my Dad was bald on top and so is my hubby!!! lol