My dad gave us advice all our lives. Sometimes it was warranted. Sometimes we actually heard him and did what he suggested. I tended to roll my eyes when he said something I didn't want to hear. But his heart was in the right place.
His favorite lesson was the three little pigs. Want to achieve something? Work hard.
"There were three little pigs…"
Even when it didn't apply, he'd find a way to make it work.
Dad was always proud of us but I think he saw himself in us when we were working hard. He respected the hustle.
Litvacks are hard workers. We take our jobs and our responsibilities seriously. We learned that from both sides of our family, but it's one of the things that stands out when I think of Dad. And that's about the best way I can think of to keep honoring his memory.
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