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.

Love always,


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