Every year I light a candle in his honor. Every year I put a photo of him next to the candle. Six years in, this is the first time I thought, "I wish I had a more current photo." Just a simple shot of him, seated in the best booth at the Big Deli in the Sky, where there's no draft and no waiting. In front of him, a nice bowl of chicken soup. Next to him, Mom. Sharing the booth, their closest friends, the Libermans, the Danzigs, swapping hilarious Hollywood stories. Wouldn't that be something?
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