Honoring My Father by Speaking His Language and Walking His Streets
The third Sunday in June hasn’t meant anything to me since I was 12 years old; it’s the many ways I regularly honor my father - especially when I speak in Hebrew and spend time in Israel - that make him experience how much I appreciate him.
I don’t remember the last time I was home for Father’s day. The holiday, which pops up out of nowhere in June, is usually celebrated in the United States, well, with one’s father, and yet I can’t bring to mind...
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