In the past few days, incredible stories have been shared with me and my family of hundreds of people my father, Rabbi Daniel Beller – who died on Passover eve at the age of 53 – had touched, helped, inspired and connected with. Somehow it seemed that he was everywhere at every moment for everyone.
In the 27 years of my life, from the moment I was born, my father has been there for me. During high school, he spent hours sitting in my bedroom helping me with homework, getting me through the stress and conflicts of teenage-hood and expressing his love and appreciation for who I was as a daughter. Though juggling a million things at once, he always gave me the feeling that I was the most important person in his life at that moment and that he had endless time for me. I always, always received his undivided attention.