As some of my Facebook contacts know, my Dad has taken his last breath. I'm preparing to join my siblings in a final "goodbye" to him, so this may be my last post of 2015. (Or maybe not. We'll see.)
My Dad, whose father was a boxer, fought with tenacity, not only in the end, but for decades and against tremendous odds. One of his favorite quotes is now one of mine, and it accurately describes him:
"Life isn't in holding a good hand, but in playing a poor hand well." - Anonymous
If I could sum Dad up in one word, I'd say "chutzpah."* I like to believe I got my chutzpah from him...along with humor, laughter, playfulness, and a gift for colorful writing.
Thank you for it all and so much more, Dad.
I love and miss you always.
*chutzpah=Hebrew for spunk or nerve, in an endearing way. Note that Hebrew/Yiddish words tend to lose a lot in translation. But think of me, and you'll understand "chutzpah."
Blog friends, have a safe, warm year's end.
Take care, and I'll be back soon.
Love to you and yours.