On
February second Joseph Gottfried of West Palm
Beach, Florida passed away. Born in 1920, in Sarajevo in the former
Yugoslavia,
he survived World War II and lived for a number of years in Italy
before moving
to New York in 1949. He eventually moved to Florida, where he spent the
last 32
years of his life. Joseph
was an engineer who owned and ran a
roofing business in New York, prior to moving to Florida in 1980, where
he
continued to work as a consultant until he fully retired. He was a member of the
American Arbitration
Association. He
married Bianca in New York, New York on July
3, 1952. In
addition to Bianca, his wife
of over 60 years, he is survived by his children, Margaret Gottfried
Miller of
Teaneck, New Jersey, her two children Joshua and Alyson and Mark
Gottfried of
Biscayne Park, Florida. In
lieu of flowers the family would like
contributions sent to either Mazon (P.O. Box 96119, Washington, DC
20090) or
Friends of Yad Sarah (450 Park Ave FL 7, New York, NY 10022-2750). |
I
want to say there are no words to describe my father. But, he wouldn’t
tolerate
that as an excuse or explanation. For Joe, there were always words. I
would like to imagine beyond that, we live as long as our ideas
resonate with
someone still alive. My
father then will
live not only as long as all those who knew him, but as long as my
thousands of
students live. They never knew him, but his view of life, his sense of
humor,
his outlook on life permeate my own relationships with them. Like
ripples in a
pond, his grace and charm have spread into the universe. Those I have
influenced as a teacher owe him a debt of gratitude. My
father lived his life with the wit, wisdom, and the twinkle in his eye
that
would make our star parents proud. He never failed to remind Margie
and me of how proud he was of us, his
children, and of Josh and Aly, his grandchildren.
If it isn’t presumptuous for a son to be
proud of his father, rest assured, I am proud to be his son, and I
couldn’t
tell him that often enough. We,
his family and friends, are lucky to have had him for as many years as
we
did. If
I am even part the man, the human being, my father was, I will be
satisfied
with my life. |
It has
happened. The day
that we all knew was
coming but didn’t REALLY believe would ever come, has arrived. Last summer, I read my
father something I had
written. He was
quiet for a minute and
then he said that although he had planned to write his own eulogy, he
was
satisfied that I could do it when the time came.
The time has come. My father
was an extraordinary man in so many ways but perhaps one of his most
outstanding qualities was his young and curious and lively soul. In a few days, he would
have been 93 but
somehow we all thought he would live forever.
He was physically vigorous and healthy most of his
life but beyond that,
he was charming. Everyone knows how erudite Joe was, but what made him
special
was that he wasn’t obnoxious about being brainy. He was fun and often
silly. All of you
who knew Joe knew that one of
life’s high points was an animated conversation or even a juicy debate
with my
father. He was full
of interesting
tidbits, but beyond the sheer magnitude of his knowledge, he brought
humanity
and wit to any exchange. My father
had a rare and attractive personality, which drew all kinds of people
to
him. He made you
think and he was often
provocative. But he was also an attentive listener, and all his
interactions
were full of humor and respect. Time and
again throughout his life, my father benefitted from what he considered
to be lucky
circumstances. He
and a young friend escaped
from Yugoslavia just before hundreds of thousands of fellow Jews became
trapped
by the Nazi nightmare. During
World War
II, there were so many times that a split-second decision, a left turn
instead
of a right turn, a serendipitous conversation made the difference
between life
and an almost certain death. As
he
started to face his mortality, Joe thought a great deal about his
astounding
good fortune but he was never able to truly wrap his mind around it. It remained a conundrum to
him: how (and
why??) did he survive, relatively unscathed, when all around him,
millions
suffered unspeakably? He
told me that he
was never even unemployed. He
worked his
last day of a job before he boarded a ship for the United States. In later years, he
recovered from a heart
attack and survived hurricanes, living much longer than almost all of
his
peers. My father
considered his luckiest
break, though, to be his marriage to Bianca, which sustained and
nurtured him
for more than 60 years. Their
relationship was intimate and real, and remains a model not only for my
brother
and me, but for friends and acquaintances, too.
You don’t
want to hear from Joe’s daughter about his efforts on behalf of Israel
and the
Jewish people, or his business achievements, or his political leanings. You want to know about him
as a person and as
a father and grandfather, a brother and an uncle.
I don’t think I will be giving away family
secrets to say that my Dad wasn’t super comfortable with babies and
toddlers. Don’t get
me wrong: he was
proud to be a papa and delighted to be a Grandpa, but he didn’t relate
well to
infants. However,
his enjoyment of young
people grew when they were old enough to play chess, understand corny
puns,
talk about soccer, or fantasize about exotic trips.
Within the last year, my son Josh kept up a
lively e-mail correspondence about chess with “Tata (as he called
him),” and my
daughter Aly was able to introduce him to her boyfriend, Mike. Recognizing my Dad’s true
essence, Mike came
back from that visit last year and pronounced him to be a “really cool
guy.” How great is
that when a 26-year-old and a
92-year-old can genuinely enjoy each other’s company?? I learned
how to “be” in the world from my Dad: how to be civilized, how to be
respectful, how to be responsible, ethical, and dependable; how to save
$; how
to be generous; how to be fair; how to be funny without being
offensive; and
how to be unconditionally loving and supportive to my children. I also learned how to live
a long and joyful
life. You will live
in our hearts
forever. |
To me, Tata was the most interesting man in
the world. I'm sad because I know I will never meet anyone like him
again. Men just aren't made like that anymore. A survivor, a chess
master, a teacher, someone who spoke so many languages, who had so much
knowledge for one person. Someone so awesome. That's what I'll miss,
his awesomeness. I'm happy that I was able to spend time with him this year. Really show my girlfriend, Catalina, the kind of man he was. I think he liked her, the way he spoke with her. Like he was a young guy again. She found him so interesting. One time when he was telling us stories about the war, she started to cry and he felt so badly that he stopped. Ill miss those stories but ill always remember them and him. I feel grateful that I knew him and blessed that he will live on through me. |
Dear Tata, |
In the
chapel Rabbi Sherman quoted from scripture, using passages from Psalms 121 and 23
as well as Job 1:21. He included a reading
from the writings of Ben Sira about not to fear death. In his eulogy he quoted from Deuteronomy 16:20. At the
graveside he read from Psalm 15. I don’t
have the exact translation he cited, but, it spoke clearly to my father’s
character. Psalm 15 A psalm of David: Adonai, who can rest in
your tent? Those who live a blameless life, Those who do these things |