I Remember the Time When…
I remember the time you were chasing me around the kitchen counter, I was shrieking with laughter… And Brandy was chasing you because he thought I was screaming because I was in trouble, and then proceeded to bite you…
I remember the times when you would put me on your shoulders and walk around in the mall, or at the bank, and I would look around, and then just fall backwards, scaring all the moms in sight. Then I would sit back up, and do it again!
I remember the times when you used to use me as an armrest because I was just the right height. I would glare at you and you would laugh…
I remember when I would come home needing math help because we were doing domain and range… We would butt heads for hours trying to figure out how to get me to understand it… Unfortunately to this day I still don’t get it.
I remember the times you would answer the phone in your announcer voice, all my friends thought you needed to start a talk show on the radio… Or the way you would read the Hebrew and then translate as you went. Nobody else does it like you did…
I remember the times when I would be practicing for something and you would just chime in very off key and aggravate me… I miss hearing your voice…
I remember the time when we were at Universal Studios for Jonathan’s birthday, and we went to see the Barney show like five times in a row. You would grab some of the streamers that fell down at the end of the show, and roll them up, and put them in your backpack. I remember finding your stash of them, there were like 20! And then there was the time that I rode the “Woody Wood Pecker” eleven times in a row. I would get on, and you would walk around and stand in line. When the ride was over, I would run back around and stand in line with you, get back on, and do it all over again.
I remember the time when you counted out 100 pennies to help me understand fractions, the time you helped me with my physics project, staying up all night to help me put the final touches on it, the time when you tried to build a “Greek temple” to help me understand the parts of it for AP Art History…
I remember the times when I would get up at o-dark-thirty for school, and you would still be up, sitting in your old, blue chair in the library, reading.
I remember the times when you came up with silly things to help me remember things for school… For example, my freshman year, I couldn’t remember the word part “hist” and then I sneezed, and you went “histchoo! Do you need a tissue??” I laughed so hard.
I remember the times when you would greet me when I got home from school. I’d come in the side door, you’d be at your desk, and when you heard the door, you would spin around in your chair and say “Helloooo, how was your day?” I normally replied with “Eh… It was okay…” and would give you some response to try to leave faster because I didn’t really want to talk about my day at school. However when I got to my junior year, I started to actually tell you about my day, and rather enjoyed it.
I remember the times you would hug me, and I’d ask you to crack my back, so you did, and mom got grossed out! And then you would pick me up and I’d squirm to try to get you to put me down, and you would laugh at me…
I remember the times when you would swipe my phone, and change my background picture. I used to get so annoyed… I’d glare at you and say “Daaaaad… Stop that,” and you would reply with “I only do it because I love you…” When I got a new phone, I put a password on it so you couldn’t change my background, but you’d leave me a little text message or something to say “I love you.”
I remember the times when you would make me laugh, I would think I was done, but then I would look at you, and start cracking up again. More often than not, this happened when we were working on homework, but there were other times too… like when I got home from camp, and put the CD in from the Israeli dancing minor I took, and played Kiss Kiss. It was in Hebrew, so you tried to translate it, but you kept starting over because it was moving so fast. I decided to go play the original version which was written in Turkish. I looked at you and asked if you understood what it was saying, and you replied “The only Turkish I speak is gobble gobble…” I started laughing again…
I remember the time that we were in the car, on our way home from Beth’s house after recording my new Mi Shebeirach. She burned me a CD, and I wanted to hear it, so I put it in the CD player and turned it on. I could see that it was playing, but I couldn’t hear anything, so I tried to turn the volume up… I realized that the volume wasn’t working, so I turned to you and said “Daddy… the volume isn’t working, I think I broke the car,” to which you replied “No, you didn’t break the car, the volume is working, you’re just not turning the right knob.” I got embarrassed and turned bright red, I was laughed the rest of the ride home.
I remember the time that Dominique came over, and we were having dinner… Mom went to grab the salt, and when she picked it up, the bottom fell off, salt was pouring out of it, so she turned it over, forgetting there were holes on the other side, so salt continued to pour out onto the table, and her dinner. Dominique and I were cracking up as my mom was trying to clean it up, but because she was laughing so hard, she could hardly sweep it into the trash. You disappeared for a minute, came back with a battery, put it on the salt and said “Hey look! It’s assault and battery!” which lead Dominique, mom and I to laughing even harder…
I remember the times when you would help me with my music, and were my roadie. You would bring the sound system, and microphones, and plug ins, and music stands, and extra water, and follow me around and do so much more. You supported me in my music, and it meant the world to me… It still does…
I remember the times when you would help me with learning my torah portion and the prayers for my Bat Mitzvah. You would always make me laugh when you chanted them. I don’t really know why I laughed, I think it was your voice, and the way you chanted the words. While we would butt heads because I didn’t want to do it, when I wasn’t being difficult, I had a pretty good time.
I remember the times when we would be at temple, sitting in the congregation for high-holiday services and you would poke me and make me laugh, and I would have to try so hard to be quiet so I wouldn’t disrupt anyone…
I remember the time when mom was in China, and I was leading the children’s services for the high holidays for the first time. You stayed in the back room the entire time to make sure that the sound was okay and everything was functioning properly instead of going to regular services to pray.
I remember the time when I was hugging you goodbye before you left for the airport. You cracked my back, and then you said “I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.” I smiled and said “I love you too daddy! Have a safe flight!” Then I turned to go, and you poked me, and I eeeped… I never imagined that I was saying goodbye to you for the last time.
I remember the times when you would put me on your shoulders and walk around in the mall, or at the bank, and I would look around, and then just fall backwards, scaring all the moms in sight. Then I would sit back up, and do it again!
I remember the times when you used to use me as an armrest because I was just the right height. I would glare at you and you would laugh…
I remember when I would come home needing math help because we were doing domain and range… We would butt heads for hours trying to figure out how to get me to understand it… Unfortunately to this day I still don’t get it.
I remember the times you would answer the phone in your announcer voice, all my friends thought you needed to start a talk show on the radio… Or the way you would read the Hebrew and then translate as you went. Nobody else does it like you did…
I remember the times when I would be practicing for something and you would just chime in very off key and aggravate me… I miss hearing your voice…
I remember the time when we were at Universal Studios for Jonathan’s birthday, and we went to see the Barney show like five times in a row. You would grab some of the streamers that fell down at the end of the show, and roll them up, and put them in your backpack. I remember finding your stash of them, there were like 20! And then there was the time that I rode the “Woody Wood Pecker” eleven times in a row. I would get on, and you would walk around and stand in line. When the ride was over, I would run back around and stand in line with you, get back on, and do it all over again.
I remember the time when you counted out 100 pennies to help me understand fractions, the time you helped me with my physics project, staying up all night to help me put the final touches on it, the time when you tried to build a “Greek temple” to help me understand the parts of it for AP Art History…
I remember the times when I would get up at o-dark-thirty for school, and you would still be up, sitting in your old, blue chair in the library, reading.
I remember the times when you came up with silly things to help me remember things for school… For example, my freshman year, I couldn’t remember the word part “hist” and then I sneezed, and you went “histchoo! Do you need a tissue??” I laughed so hard.
I remember the times when you would greet me when I got home from school. I’d come in the side door, you’d be at your desk, and when you heard the door, you would spin around in your chair and say “Helloooo, how was your day?” I normally replied with “Eh… It was okay…” and would give you some response to try to leave faster because I didn’t really want to talk about my day at school. However when I got to my junior year, I started to actually tell you about my day, and rather enjoyed it.
I remember the times you would hug me, and I’d ask you to crack my back, so you did, and mom got grossed out! And then you would pick me up and I’d squirm to try to get you to put me down, and you would laugh at me…
I remember the times when you would swipe my phone, and change my background picture. I used to get so annoyed… I’d glare at you and say “Daaaaad… Stop that,” and you would reply with “I only do it because I love you…” When I got a new phone, I put a password on it so you couldn’t change my background, but you’d leave me a little text message or something to say “I love you.”
I remember the times when you would make me laugh, I would think I was done, but then I would look at you, and start cracking up again. More often than not, this happened when we were working on homework, but there were other times too… like when I got home from camp, and put the CD in from the Israeli dancing minor I took, and played Kiss Kiss. It was in Hebrew, so you tried to translate it, but you kept starting over because it was moving so fast. I decided to go play the original version which was written in Turkish. I looked at you and asked if you understood what it was saying, and you replied “The only Turkish I speak is gobble gobble…” I started laughing again…
I remember the time that we were in the car, on our way home from Beth’s house after recording my new Mi Shebeirach. She burned me a CD, and I wanted to hear it, so I put it in the CD player and turned it on. I could see that it was playing, but I couldn’t hear anything, so I tried to turn the volume up… I realized that the volume wasn’t working, so I turned to you and said “Daddy… the volume isn’t working, I think I broke the car,” to which you replied “No, you didn’t break the car, the volume is working, you’re just not turning the right knob.” I got embarrassed and turned bright red, I was laughed the rest of the ride home.
I remember the time that Dominique came over, and we were having dinner… Mom went to grab the salt, and when she picked it up, the bottom fell off, salt was pouring out of it, so she turned it over, forgetting there were holes on the other side, so salt continued to pour out onto the table, and her dinner. Dominique and I were cracking up as my mom was trying to clean it up, but because she was laughing so hard, she could hardly sweep it into the trash. You disappeared for a minute, came back with a battery, put it on the salt and said “Hey look! It’s assault and battery!” which lead Dominique, mom and I to laughing even harder…
I remember the times when you would help me with my music, and were my roadie. You would bring the sound system, and microphones, and plug ins, and music stands, and extra water, and follow me around and do so much more. You supported me in my music, and it meant the world to me… It still does…
I remember the times when you would help me with learning my torah portion and the prayers for my Bat Mitzvah. You would always make me laugh when you chanted them. I don’t really know why I laughed, I think it was your voice, and the way you chanted the words. While we would butt heads because I didn’t want to do it, when I wasn’t being difficult, I had a pretty good time.
I remember the times when we would be at temple, sitting in the congregation for high-holiday services and you would poke me and make me laugh, and I would have to try so hard to be quiet so I wouldn’t disrupt anyone…
I remember the time when mom was in China, and I was leading the children’s services for the high holidays for the first time. You stayed in the back room the entire time to make sure that the sound was okay and everything was functioning properly instead of going to regular services to pray.
I remember the time when I was hugging you goodbye before you left for the airport. You cracked my back, and then you said “I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.” I smiled and said “I love you too daddy! Have a safe flight!” Then I turned to go, and you poked me, and I eeeped… I never imagined that I was saying goodbye to you for the last time.