If you follow me on twitter or facebook, you already know how I spent the past few days. For the rest of you …

I flew down to Florida Friday so I could participate in the unveiling for my father, Barney Edelman, who passed away January 27, 2009. For those unaware of such Jewish traditions, an unveiling is when, around a year after death, the marker on a person’s grave is revealed to the world.

The reason the unveiling was held Sunday, rather than on a date closer to the anniversary of Dad’s death, is because he and Mom met 57 years ago yesterday, on December 13, 1952. Mom felt it was right to choose that date, that there was a certain symmetry to it. Since they were an unbreakable couple. and had been married 55 years—he died four days after that anniversary—it seemed proper to my brother and me as well.

Here’s what I saw at the Star of David cemetery Sunday.

It felt odd to be snapping a picture after such an emotional event, and yet … I don’t live in Florida. I won’t be able to visit him often. I wanted a picture so I could visit with him at any time I chose. If that’s a sin, well, I’m guilty.

I’m home now, exhausted from an emotionally draining weekend. But before I crash, I thought I should pop up here to say that I’m back, and that we’ll soon resume our regular programming, already in progress.