Uncle Doron & my dad's friend, Misha, with two countem TWO types of caviar.
Dash kinda almost tried one.
Timothy & Kate & shots of vodka, as it should be.
You know you're at a Russian party when you're rocking assorted smoked & salted fish & people are actually eating them.
Also, FOUR types of oysters. Is it weird how much I'm focusing on the food?
Josh ate oysters.
Dash pretended to eat oysters.
Aunty & Tio & Nacho came up and helped keep me steady.
And then we started singing.
Accompanied by Dash on the flute, obvs.
Then, marshmallows, elegantly consumed.
My dad was an atheist to the end. But I'm not, and the idea that I may never see him again makes me want to start setting houses on fire, so I'll say this to the old man: See you in the sky. Thank you for the beautiful life and the perfect memories. Thank you for the laughter and lessons. Thank you for loving me the best. I love you the best, too.