Dad was born in 1930 in Romania in the city of Czernowitz.
"Moishale", This was his affectionate name.
In the years of the Holocaust, Dad was about 13 and had to work selling all kinds of small items to bring some food to the family, and that after his father Leon (my grandfather whose name I am named) came out one day and did not return. In the underwear, you sold your pants so you had something to eat.
Dad immigrated to Israel in 1948 with his brothers and participated in the wars for our independence. There has always been Zionism and bread so that we can raise in the State of Israel the families who witness a victory over the Nazi terrorist who systematically scared away millions, including most of our family members, brothers, cousins ??and aunts.
Out of that disaster and a few years after you came to Israel, you met Mama, it was 1956 to the Tel Aviv seashore and out of this love that has been going on for 60 years, we were born and raised our own families and we And what you have given and given to us all. There are other descendants of the Weinschel Abba family and some of them are also "bronze" and soon even the first great-grandchild. Father, you succeeded big time.
For those unfamiliar, Dad had a pair of eyes that said everything that needed to be said and taught everything that needed to be taught. He didn't talk more than he needed to, and sometimes it was enough to look at a whole lesson. From Dad I learned to listen, internalize, contain, not pull. Respect to be respectful, to respect to empower the other. Learn to smile. "Most important to learn" is what you always told me.
On the other hand, no one will ever forget how you loved to educate everyone on the road, scoff at courtesy, ask questions like "Need help fixing the Winker?" And so you called all those who used to cut you on the road.
In recent years you have fought and suffered quite a bit of pain, knee replacement, you have had open heart surgery but you have always been optimistic. You sat in your eternal chair, you solved scatterings and listened to everything going on, usually with the headphones on your head and sometimes without but never missed a news release. "Let's hear what's going on and what's new" you would say.
"I couldn't believe it felt that way to be old," you told me recently.
And now you are no longer suffering.
Rest in peace Father.
You succeeded in giving us lots. From here we will continue.
Keep on keeping us dad like you've always kept and comfortable.
