While we were in Ithaca we visited my Dad’s grave. We try to go whenever we’re there, but this was the first time Nathan was there with both Gary and I, and my mom. It was a little hard, a lot emotional, but also really really nice to bring Nathan there even though he doesn’t understand it yet. Nathan got to leave a stone on the headstone, which is a jewish tradition (he also wanted to take some stones off and try to eat them).

Whenever I’m there I feel like my dad sees us in some way, so he got to see Nathan too, this amazing little person that he never got to meet in person, never even knew was going to exist. I know he would have loved him so much though.