But you were silent. Silent in your pain. Silent in your fear. Silent in your sorrow.
Did you feel it, Bobby?
I suppose you did. You were an expert at keeping your emotions deep beneath the surface, but you had an uncanny ability to read what others were thinking. Your inner world was so vast and deep, but oh, so hidden.
I wish I had heard some wisdom from you, and the secret to your superhuman reserves of strength. I wish I had heard about your childhood, your hellish experiences in Auschwitz, your immigration to the United States, your introduction to Zeidy, and everything beyond that.
How I wish I had been privy to your thoughts, your feelings, your musings.
And how I wish I had heard that you love me.
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