Harry Abraham Karpilow – husband, father, teacher, friend – would have turned 100 today. He died in 2004.
I think of him often, especially this year, 
as I celebrate a landmark birthday. Something about the life-clock striking 65 has stirred me to reflect back, and look ahead.
My dad was a good father.
For his generation, he was especially present in our lives. We told jokes and talked politics at family dinners. He went dancing with my mother and had a monthly poker game with his buddies. He built a family cabin. Continue reading “Remembering my Father”