My Father, Philip Rothman, was a serious man. While he could become interested in irony, and brought to smile by exaggeration, for him, his life was serious—and intensely focused: On taking care of himself and us, supporting the Jewish People, and his country. He rooted for every man, woman and child on earth, of every background, who was working hard, trying to improve his/her life or anyone who was an innocent victim. Philip Rothman was my role model in so many areas. He was my backstop, my rock, the foundation upon which I built my own character, ethics and morality. I will miss him always, but I have the good fortune to know that he loved me deeply and that he knew that I loved and adored him deeply.