Dad's fourth yahrtzeit

Today, the 3rd day of the Jewish month of Cheshvan, marks Dad's
fourth yahrtzeit (anniversary of the date of his death). That's Dad
holding my brother
and me in the picture (I'm the one standing). I still have imaginary
conversations in my head with him and Mom in which I update them about
their great-grandchildren, most of whom Dad never met (Mom never met any
of them).

The rabbis tell