On the Anniversary of My Grandfather’s Death

A Personal Meditation

This is my favorite picture of my grandfather, which was take in our kitchen sometimes in the ‘70s.

Dad woke me early that day. Probably a Sunday. Maybe Monday. He was subdued. We just got a call, he said. Grandpa died. He was in Florida. Had a heart attack. My whole body stiffened. I broke down. Cried in my father’s arms. Harry Imber, Grandpa, was 70. W…