The day after my discussion with the Rabbi, my Dad called and asked me if I had changed my mind about quitting the board. I told him that I had. He said, “Good because that’s where you belong.”

He doesn’t realize that I would have never gotten there if he drove to Shul on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. It was clinging to that one mitzvah, that 26-block walk with my Dad, which put me on the road to observance.

When I moved to my new home, I still walked to Shul on the High Holidays. It wasn’t 26 blocks; it was a mile and a quarter over two big hills and a valley. I walked to Shul with my Kids. Some day when they look back at these walks, I hope they will be as important to them as they were for my Dad and me.

Because of some physical problems, I can’t walk to Shul anymore, but because of the ties to the Jewish community that my Dad helped me build, going to Shul and observing the Jewish faith is still a crucial part of my life.

And though he passed six years ago. On the High Holidays, my Dad will be with me….in my heart.

Gmar Chatimah Tova גמר חתימה טובה
May you be sealed in the book of life for a happy and healthy New Year.