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Word's from Robin -- Dad's Eulogy -- March 1, 2017

How can I possibly convey my thoughts to you about my father – an impossible task to take a lifetime of memories and distill it down to a few short words.  This truly is the hardest thing that I have ever had to write – because it represents the finality of my Dad’s life.  But as the tributes came in over the past few days, I was humbled as to how much my father must have touched so many lives.  I see family and friends that have come great distances to be here with us today to support us in our time of grief and to honor my Dad.  I can only speak for myself, but when I think of how he touched my life, the first word that comes to mind is “admiration”.

I could stand here and list all the ways I admired him, but first and foremost was his love and commitment for my mother.  This became even more apparent when we came home from the hospital on Sunday after his passing, and his granddaughter found volumes of 30-year old newspaper clippings about my Mom’s involvement in the San Diego Jewish community, specifically Women’s Division of United Jewish Federation and the San Diego Hebrew Home.  His only concern was for Mom’s well-being and not his own rapidly declining health.  And the admiration was the same for her – as his impending mortality became apparent, she whispered to him that although they may have had their disagreements, she never stopped loving him.

I also admire him because he so dearly loved us, his kids.  Although he did not always tell us….yes, he loved us…very much.  He instilled in us a core value system that defines who we are today – honesty, integrity, promises made means promises to be kept, and a grounding in our Jewish faith.  Dad gave sage advice based on measured wisdom on everything from teaching us how to drive, manners and responsibilities.  When we would ask him what we should do about where to go to college or our careers or buying a house, he’d listen and would say “Do what you feel, what you believe is right.  Follow your gut, your heart and you can’t go wrong”.

Every daughter remembers her father in terms of protector and provider.  Yes, that is true for me of my Dad too, of course, but I also remember him leaving the car keys hanging in the trunk in the driveway, or leaving the house unlocked, or forgetting his driver’s license when he drove me to Tijuana to buy marble flooring for my first house.

My Dad will be missed.

Because you are here today, that means that you will miss him in some way or another.

My mother will miss having her soulmate by her side.

Friends from Beth Israel’s Men’s Club will miss his wisdom and his company.

His grandchildren Alana and Samantha will miss their grandpa’s sage advice.

I will miss my father’s voice on the phone – always a ‘Yelow’ never ‘Hello.

I will miss my father calling me ‘Robinschka’.

I will miss my father’s advice on the stock market, the housing market, politics and lots of other ‘stuff’.

I will miss walking through Costco with my father and nibbling on everything and him telling my mother that he sampled nothing.

I will miss my father’s ability to fix just about anything.

I will miss the joy on my father’s face when my sister would take him to Padre games.

I will miss my father’s love of the opera and baseball games and golfing at Stardust in Mission Valley with his golfing buddies of 30+ years.

I will miss my father’s sly wink at the Passover Seder when my brother’s turn to read always landed on the “What says the simple son” paragraph.

I will miss my father’s love of bright colors, especially yellow – such as his yellow ’57 T-Bird, our yellow ranch-style house in New Jersey and his royal blue and yellow trucks from his building supply business in Elizabeth.

Over the last few years, we were very fortunate to be able to spend much quality time with my parents.  It is difficult to imagine him not being around and I’m not sure how we will all cope.  It’s strange to think that I can’t just give him a call or stop by the house to see him.  My Dad lived a long and happy life, and only succumbed to ill health in the last couple of years.

As we gather here today to remember and commemorate his life, we mourn the loss of a dignified man whose reassuring presence we all felt.  A man that brought joy and fulfilment to his family, and whose legacy will live on forever in us.

Dad, we are going to be alright.  We are at peace knowing you are no longer struggling.  You are not gone, just gone ahead.  We will miss you and will love you forever and beyond.      Robin

Posted by Robin Weiner
Thursday March 2, 2017 at 11:12 am
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