Feb 28, 1935-Apr 4, 2012 – where every day was lived to the max
New York sometime between 2010-2011
A poem by my father’s dear friend – Gerd Stern: 4/6/2012:
believed his oath
lots of questions
friendship held tightly
jewishly, bonded by
eyes looking into
Reflections by me, Suzi LeVine:
Souls and Soles: Connecting with my Dad
I first really saw my dad’s soles when we went running on the beach in the summer of 1979. He didn’t wear shoes and I didn’t understand how his feet were impervious to the shells. Then I saw his feet. Calloused, thick, strong – and only a little cracking. They represented his vitality and they, metaphorically, helped him over that which would have sliced many others’ feet.
There’s never been a run I’ve taken since then that I haven’t thought about that first run with him and thought about his feet – and how my feet, now much older, also have thick, calloused and slightly cracking soles.
I first truly saw my dad’s soul when I went to Tsfat in Israel and, for the first time really connected with him. I called him weekly to discuss what I was learning from a very special and meaningful program that stretched me and pushed me to explore the depths of who I am. Not that others couldn’t be a part of that discussion, but it was very special to connect with him Jewishly – especially since he loved and accepted all the twists and turns that my learning was taking me.
When I think about the spirituality I explored and still experience and how that nourishes my soul, I can’t help but think about our conversations!
So Dad – I just want you to know: you will forever live on in my SOUL and in my SOLES. We all love you.