By Karen Robbins Krasner, Dovid’s sister
I don’t believe in saying goodbye; saying goodbye is for those who don’t return.
Dovid, You are alive in my heart always.
You shielded all in your midst from pain and sadness; you gave friends and family your whole heart and soul, b’chol levovcha b’chol nafshecha.
You touched us all with your ‘gift of gab’ and your funny jokes; your tummy even bounced when you giggled.
Your heart was always open; and you were adored by all.
I remember when you were little, at five years old, you had an unusually advanced appreciation for music.
You taught your sister, Beth and me to love music and how to operate a “record player”
You joyfully whisked us away from homework and encouraged us to “get up and dance”
I remember you watched the clock and encouraged us to get to the “ice cream man” before he left., “Come on guys, it’s four o’clock,” you used to say, “hurry up or we won’t get ice cream!”
I remember one day when you were in kindergarten, you got lost at Hillside Garden Apartments, in Hillside, NJ and mommy frantically searched for you.
You used to run circles around your sister and me, you were a very “fast moving” kid!
You had a first grade teacher, Mrs. Fordham, in Irvington, New Jersey. You didn’t like her class and came home to tell us about kids who were class bullies,
I remember when Mommy wrote letters and you slowly got out of Ms. Fordham’s class and away from the bullies.
You were so happy. You came home, you took out your favorite, record, and pulled us in to celebrate.
When you were happy, you “made a simcha” for all of us.
In later years, I remember in the 1997, when my children were small and you came for a visit, you smiled lovingly at each of them and gave each a brand new five dollar bill. When I tried to thank you, you bowed your head and looked to the side and up at the sky. It was as if you were giving the thanks over to Hashem. You said “it’s not necessary to thank me.”
Then, shortly after I was divorced in 2005, you met me on Ocean Parkway, you looked at me, you pursed your lips and frowned, it was as if you felt all my pain in connection with the divorce. You said, “How’s it going, Karen; you look upset!” You then took out money, and said “Here take this, (it was several rolled-up 20-dollar bills) it was money I wasn’t expecting; you probably need it more than me now!”
Dovid, you were an angel! I will always have you in my heart and mind.
I take solace knowing your neshoma will be even closer to the Bashefer than before.
Although my eyes are filled with tears, I can find chizuk in the promise of redemption,
Believing with a perfect faith that there will be a time
When we will be together again; when all Jews will be together again.
My heart and soul yearn to see you very soon in the mechavaly Moshiach when all Yidden will be together.
May the redeemer come to Zion, speedily.
Saying Goodbye is for those who don’t return…
Dovid, I will never say goodbye.
I love you forever, my very special brother…
Karen Robbins Krasner