by Gabe Berman – the author of Live Like a Fruit Fly

June 14, 2015

“My dad’s tackle box
sits in my sister’s garage,
filled with memories.”

– gb

My dad, Harold Berman, was born seventy-three years ago today.

I’m sitting in his seat in the cabana, looking zen-like at the ocean as he would.

(thanks for reading my words, especially today – I’m grateful for you)



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4 thoughts on “June 14, 2015

  1. kathleenbotsford on said:

    thinking of you and your father. The gift you share makes me feel I know him.

  2. Sharron on said:

    Memories are the records from the material world, that take a front row seat in eternity…..They live

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