Dear Karen,
…I wanted to send the enclosed note to your son,
so that he can be reminded now and always of what a special person your husband
was to so many people, even those of us who did not know him as well as we
might have liked.
Dear Zach,
Even today, fifteen years later I can still smell
the burning bread and melting cheese and hear your father call out for someone
to put some coins into the nearby laundry machines for him. Every girl in the bagel bar jumped at the
opportunity because each of us had a not very secret crush on Rch. I can still taste his special bagel
concoctions, nobody ever before or since has had such a magic touch with the
toaster. In his Berkeley Bagel Bar, Rch
Lee was King; especially to those of us who ventured underground nightly for
this much needed nourishment. It is not
an exaggeration to say that your father’s cooking kept the rest of us happy,
healthy and sane.
And I can just as vividly recall the silly face
this big powerful man would make when your mother was around – his face said
“in walks the most beautiful, special woman in the whole world.” Theirs was a universe unto itself in our
midst. No doubt you carry within you
the sacred power, greatness and love of that universe.
--Cynthia Rosenfeld (Y’92)