two years ago today we lost my dad to covid-19, an awful unknown virus that wrecked havoc on the world and changed our lives forever. since that time, life is different — vaccines, variants, and vacillating grief. many have forgotten about the pandemic and were lucky to move on unscathed, I truly wish it was the same for us. I really try my best not to focus on that deep bitterness and resentfulness, it’s hard af and grief is impossible to navigate. my dad was truly one of a kind, gifted in knowledge, oration, and wit. a renaissance man, a scientist, and a walking encyclopedia. his immense thirst for knowledge was rare, but his quest to share that gift with others was even rarer. those lucky enough to be in his presence while he broke out into animated stories, fervent political debates, and brilliant caricatures still reminisce about those evenings today. it stings that my dad’s life was tragically cut short. he should still be here, but his legacy lives on in me, my mom nina, my sister nadia, and my nephew ilan. I hope our lives are a reflection of everything you taught us, believed in, and stood for. I recently had some old home films digitized and there are so many amazing videos of my dad. here is one of him from the early 80’s probably telling a great joke, he even put one of his favorite old bollywood songs in the background. until we meet again ✨💫☁️