Remembering my Dad
Loss, grief and gardening
I was weeding during my last conversation with my dad. As I pulled out vetch in Pittsburgh, my dad was in Israel telling me how he’d just visited his brother Shlomo’s grave. My dad would talk about Shlomo often but until that conversation I didn’t know that Shlomo loved plants too. Shlomo had completed a course at Israel’s first agricultural school and …


