We had our conversations, and managed to see eye to eye in the living years. But it’s still just a little bit tender, marking the time now in completion of the first year that he’s gone. Though the Gregorian date has passed, the lunar one marking his Yarhrzeit is on the second day of Sukot, upon us in two days. I’ll never forget how he kissed my hand, and held it to his cheek, when he was too weak to coordinate any meaningful movement. And that gesture of love turned out to be his way of saying goodbye. We feel your spirt in the candle, Dad, and miss you more than you could possibly know.