Dear Rui. This is your family.
Today is my Mom’s birthday, October 7th. Your Grandmother, Lois.
Lois Lurie Prager. You are Louis Prager. I named you in memory of her.
That’s Mom and me, Rui.
With your Uncles Neal and David. I think we’d moved to this new suburb in Dallas not long before. New duds, too.
Your Aunt Karen.
Your Grandpa Morton Prager, starting out with his family; my big sister and brother, Karen, and David. They all long to have you home.
Uncle Neal. Here, with his famous adding machine.
In Cleveland, Ohio, with my Grandmother Esther Lurie, your grandmother Lois, your Aunt Karen, your Uncles David and Neal, and me, Daddy, in my bow tie.
Your Grandpa and me, small and new at six months old.
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
– Rabindranath Tagore
6 thoughts on “Spreading His Seat On the Floor”
What a treat to see pictures of your family! Your mom is so beautiful.
I continue to hope and pray for you and your son to be reunited.
All my best,
Lisa Camp (Ikeda)
Thank you Lisa. It’s nice to know you’re still out there taking a look.
I hope you and your family are well.
This was very touching.
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I love you Dad!
These are great photos. Rui has a fine family.