Today is the Yahrtzait of my Father
My father died on this day - 27 Elul. He was a smart man, a man who loved to delve into different angles and the mystery of things. He built his first ham radio at a young age and was a ham aficionado for the remainder of his life. Valedictorian of his class, he graduated from High School at 16 and entered podiatry school. Then a stint in the army during WW2 where he treated foot wounds.
His passions in life lied with the stars, telescopes, cameras and photography. He loved to travel and see the world. He would spend hours in his dark room developing photos he'd taken on sojourns into Manhattan and beyond. Always looking for the perfect shot. He was funny, interesting and had a good measure of charisma. He was the only son of 4 daughters, born to Molly and Abraham Kauflauwitz.
He wanted to live the good life and managed to buy a home on Long Island for my mother and their 3 children. He had a practice on the basement floor. I never saw much of him and that was a very strange feeling to be separated by a wall and him not opening the door to visit with his daughter. Feelings that would last a long time. They divorced, he remarried and the connection between us remained strained and sometimes non-existent.
His death came in a very painful way, where he was hospitalized in a county hospital, developing bed sores, gangrene, dementia and heart problems. His wife took care of the business of the will and made sure I received nothing and her other children received all.
He is buried in Montifiore cemetary on Long Island. Meir Ben Malka. His yahrtzeit today. Rest in peace. May all lessons be learned more easily next time.
His passions in life lied with the stars, telescopes, cameras and photography. He loved to travel and see the world. He would spend hours in his dark room developing photos he'd taken on sojourns into Manhattan and beyond. Always looking for the perfect shot. He was funny, interesting and had a good measure of charisma. He was the only son of 4 daughters, born to Molly and Abraham Kauflauwitz.
He wanted to live the good life and managed to buy a home on Long Island for my mother and their 3 children. He had a practice on the basement floor. I never saw much of him and that was a very strange feeling to be separated by a wall and him not opening the door to visit with his daughter. Feelings that would last a long time. They divorced, he remarried and the connection between us remained strained and sometimes non-existent.
His death came in a very painful way, where he was hospitalized in a county hospital, developing bed sores, gangrene, dementia and heart problems. His wife took care of the business of the will and made sure I received nothing and her other children received all.
He is buried in Montifiore cemetary on Long Island. Meir Ben Malka. His yahrtzeit today. Rest in peace. May all lessons be learned more easily next time.
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