So it’s 11:00pm and I see that not only are dreams created in ones’ sleep, but dreams become reality with nothing more than a hearts desire.
Tomorrow night will be my father’s third Yartzeit.
A reality that hurts, a heartache that lingers.
Ta, I miss you.
I see you in my dreams and in my own reality too.
I look at the creative genes I inherited.
And for every swirl on a cupcake and every brainstorm late at night, I know you are proud.
Ta, this is for you. Somewhere in Shamayim I know you are smiling.
I love you so much…
From a hearts desire, I decided to create my ‘art room’ in your memory.
May everything creative in my Shlichus be a source of nachas to your soul.