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A Eulogy for Nancy Quill - Eulogy for a Woman - by a Best Friend
Like everyone here today, I am devastated and can hardly believe that Nancy is gone. Just last Saturday she was in the air. When some friends called and told me that she was gone I couldn’t believe it. It was incomprehensible that my friend and colleague – only 47 years old – was gone… that I’d never see her or talk to her or work with her again…
My name is Marixza Mims and I have been honored to call Nancy my best friend for over twenty years (although I know that several people claim that honor - - Latrina Keith, Erica Logino, Troy Smith and probably several other flight attendants she met at AirTran and then Southwest – all of us loved Nancy and felt loved by her – all of us considered her one of our best friends).
Nancy and I met when we worked together at the law firm Mann, Bracken, Lang and Knezo in Atlanta as paralegals. I had been working there for a few years when she was hired and we made an immediate connection because of our international cultural backgrounds. We liked the work well enough but Nancy wanted to pursue other things. We continued our friendship even after she left and eventually I left too, to become a flight attendant. It took several years, but I convinced her that flying was a great life. We could travel and see the world – and get paid for it! She never regretted joining me and taking to the skies. Because of seniority differences we didn’t fly together often, but when we did we had so much fun…
Nancy was a natural. There wasn’t anyone who spent even a few minutes with Nancy that didn’t fall in love with her. She sparkled. Her sense of humor would keep people laughing for as long as she was around… and she’d leave them with a smile on their faces and the feeling that they had made a connection. She loved meeting people and helping customers and co-workers. I think it would be accurate to call her a ‘social butterfly.’ She loved people – all people. She was always a blast to fly with because she was always funny and had stories to tell. Somehow, flying with her made the long work days go faster and gave them as sense of purpose. Our evenings in cities all over the country were always more exciting when Nancy was along. She had such an infectious personality that wherever we went we had a good time.
But even when we weren’t working, Nancy was great. Shopping, talking, sharing our lives, telling each other our deepest thoughts and secrets. I don’t think I really knew what friendship was until I met Nancy. We helped one another during some of the ups and downs of our lives… We laughed and talked into the wee hours of the morning on our girls nights, lounging in our pajamas, eating her curry chicken and rice and peas or sometimes going out on the town… She was my rock. I was her confidant. She was the sister I never had…
I do know that one of the greatest days of Nancy’s life was a day last May - the day she married Aric. I heard about him for months. She was so in love. She couldn’t wait to marry him and start a new chapter of her life – to start a family and live happily ever after… She so loved the new house they built in Telhum. She was deeply into the process of putting her own touches into it to make it hers and Aric’s dream home.
Nancy was one of the most grounded people I know. She put a high premium on truth and honesty. Her life was built around her faith in God. She worshipped here in this church for years and loved the people here… She loved the God she sang about in church and she probably prayed for all of us sitting here at one time or another – praying for us to be blessed or praying about some situation we were facing. Nancy truly cared for the people in her life and bringing us before God would just be something she’d do.
One thing I know for certain about Nancy is that she knew she was loved. She knew her parents, Saintilus and Padilia loved her dearly and were always supportive of all she did in life. She knew she was loved by her sisters and brothers and their spouses. She knew she was loved by all her friends and her extended family. How could anyone not love Nancy, a woman so full of life and vitality and humor and goodness…
I know that I’ll never forget her… Nancy, you were one of the best people I’ve ever known. You taught me so much about so many things. I will never forget you. I will, like so many others, love you forever. May you rest in peace my dear friend.
A Eulogy for Abraham Man - Eulogy for a Grandfather - by a Grandson
I want to thank you all for being here today to join with us in saying a final farewell to one of the finest men most of us have ever known. These past months have been difficult as we anticipated this day. Your calls and cards and visits and prayers have helped so very much. Thank you.
When I was a young boy, our father started Boy Scout Troop 246 in Woodland Hills. It was the first and only all Jewish Boy Scout Troop in L.A. at the time. He did it for all the boys who were involved, of course, but I’ve always felt he really did it for Gideon and me. The troop went together and bought him a special license plate cover for his car. It said “Aba to his Sons – Akela to Everyone.” In scouting language, ‘Akela’ means wisdom and leadership and authority. And that so perfectly fit my Aba in every way all his life.
On the adult front, he was a founding member of Moreshet Yadut Teman.
Dad wasn’t Orthodox but he had a deep faith and lived it every day. He kept Friday night Shabbat with Brenda and with any of his kids or grandkids who may have been around at the right hour. He loved all the holidays and attending temple every week. He belonged to Congregation Beth Meir. He loved reading from the Torah and the Haftarah. He would frequently read the Haftarah in the Yemenite style… and, for the past 45 years he regularly blew the Shofar at Beth Meir on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. He felt honored to be able to serve in that way…it drew him closer to G-d.
Dad was born in Israel – Holon (that was in Palestine back in those days) – and served in the Israeli Army in 1957. He came to America when he was 22. He arrived with about $200 in his pocket and the dream of a better life.
Dad’s father was not a man of encouragement and, essentially, told him the he would never succeed in life. While that isn’t a good thing for any father to say, that is probably what made him so determined to do well, to work harder than anyone else to make it. My dad ended up being a success at just about everything he ever did. All his adult life he had the ‘golden touch’ of success… I guess he proved his father wrong.
Dad had a wonderful zest for life. Every day was an adventure for him. He loved where he came from and all that came before, but he was always talking and thinking about what is yet to come and expecting it always to be good. He was an eternal optimist.
Dad retired in 2001 as the owner of Avremi Manzur and Associates plumbing. But, up until about a year and a half ago, he’d still do service calls for some of his old customers or help me out on some of my jobs. He was never a man to sit around and do nothing… and he loved the work. But dad wasn’t the ordinary plumber. How many plumbers do you know who have been professional dancers?
When he was a young man in Israel he danced with the Inbal Dance Company (Israel’s first and oldest Modern and Contemporary dance company) where he dance Yemenite and modern and Contemporary dance, traveling all over the world to perform. He was even in the cast of the movie “The Greatest Story Ever Told” in 1965. See? Not your typical plumber… I was so fortunate to work beside him for the past 24 years and learn the trade and be loved by this dear man.
My father’s greatest love in life, of course, was Brenda. Their first date was at a “Parents Without Partners” dance and he knew that evening that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her – to grow old together – to experience all that life has to offer together. He didn’t get as long as he had wanted, but the past 25 years have been the best of his life. Brenda, you were a true blessing in dad’s life. Thank you for loving him like you did and all you did, in his final months, to make his life good…
Gideon and I grew up knowing we were loved (we had an older brother, Amiram, who died at 6 months with Leukemia – a tremendous sorrow for our parents). We had everything boys could want, the best being a father who taught us values and courage and how to live life with integrity and joy. Brenda brought Jack, Marian, Charlotte, and Michelle into dad’s life. He loved all four of you like you were his own… Thank you for all the love you gave him.
Then there are the young ones – the grandkids – Rebecca, Sarah, Eliana, Ariella, Josellen, Jaei, Jordan, Niholas, and Glenn. Those nine brought more joy to their Saba than they will ever know. He burst with pride when he attended school events and saw his grandkids doing their parts. He was so very proud of all of you. I hope you will all remember all the things you did together – the little outings and the talks and the adventures he took you on. Use him as an example in your lives of someone who knew how to work hard and play hard and to accomplish, in the end, a life of true value.
And I know he was like an American grandfather to all his nieces and nephews and their kids here in California, too. Everyone loved their Saba.
Judy and Cal Johnson were great friends to dad and Brenda. They met 27 years ago through Breda’s work and spent many wonderful Saturday evenings over dinner and cards – talking and laughing and enjoying each others company… Rachael, Yoni, Israel and Azri are friends dad knew, literally, all his life. Over the years they celebrated so many mile stones together. Their kids and grandkids all merged with our families and we all formed this huge, wonderful extended family… That kind of life history together meant so much to dad.
You know, dad was never given anything in life but he had it all… family, friends, dance, professional success, enjoyment, travel, love and respect of everyone he met and faith. Who could ask for more? And how could any of us ask for more than to have had a man like him in our lives?
Dad, you were always there for me and for all of us. You were a great father and an amazing role model. You taught us how to become strong and independent… how to love life and one another. We will all miss you but will hope to, one day, meet again. Our hearts will always hold love for you – forever.
A Eulogy of Kuzme Stor - Eulogy for a Father-In-Law - by a daughter-in-law
I’d like to begin by saying thank you to all of you for being here today to say a final farewell to my father-in-law, Kuzme (‘Cosmo’ to many of you), one of the finest men I have ever met. These past few days have been difficult for all of us as we saw him weaken and leave us. Your thoughts and prayers and words of encouragement have meant so much to us. Thank you…
I’ll never forget the first time we went to Croatia, in 1994. Kuzme showed us around his home town of Nevidjane and, when we finished, I had to ask my husband whether he was the Mayor or something. Everywhere we went people greeted him warmly – glad to see him, to meet his family, to chat briefly, to laugh with one another about something one of them said... He was clearly a man well respected and much loved. He spent every summer for over thirty years ‘back home.’ He loved America and his life here but he wasn’t yet on the plane to come back before he was already planning for next year and asking who would be going back with him.
But you really couldn’t blame him. Back in 1985 he build a house on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea in Nevidjane and his greatest joy was sitting on the back deck watching the sun set. There isn’t a more beautiful sight on earth, nor more peaceful… He loved it. He had always had a deep love for everything about water…There was nothing he enjoyed more, here, than fishing off Sheepshead Bay, again, just enjoying the tranquility of it all.
Kuzme loved the simple things in life – tending a garden, fishing, strolling around town, enjoying good food, spending time with his family. Those were life to him. He always had a garden that produced bumper crops and he never left home without a bag of freshly picked vegetable to share with people he might meet along the way as he made his rounds through the neighborhood, checking up on everyone, to make sure everyone was OK.
Kuzme left Croatia in 1964 to come to America. He wanted a better life for his family and he knew that could never happen back there – only in America. He came first. He left his dear wife, Maria, with their three children, to seek work and a place to live. It took him seven years to reunite the entire family and bring them over. He didn’t know the language. He didn’t know exactly how things worked here. He only knew that there was nothing in his life more important than his family and that he’d do anything and make any sacrifice to give them the best life possible.
Kuzme and Maria were married for 65 years. There were struggles and joys along the way, of course, but theirs was always a wonderful example to everyone who knew them of two people who loved one another deeply and forever… Together they raised three children: Fred, Gloria and Nino and those three gave them eight grandchildren: Jason, Kevin, Scott, Paul, Ron, Lauren, Nina, and Stella. Just a word to the grandchildren: You eight are among the most fortunate people you know. You have known a grandfather who dearly loved each of you and who took great pride in the people you have become. I hope you will take some of the wonderful qualities of your grandfather – his dedication to family, his joy in the simple things of life, his caring for others; his generosity – and other things you’ve observed – and allow those things to define your own lives. He was an exceptional man and if you emulate him, you will be exceptional people. Always remember your ‘Dido.”
_____ gave a wonderful tribute to his grandfather. He said to me that his grandfather was the man who taught him so many things in life – how to swim, how to paint, how to use tools, how to ride a bike, how to clean a car… He remembers how his grandparents used to take care of him for a couple of years when he was young and what an indelible impression all that made on him.
When Kuzme first came to the United States he found work doing jobs nobody else wanted. He worked as a plumbers helper. Then he painted bridges in Upstate New York. Eventually he got his residency papers and found his life work as a painter…He loved painting and he painted for the rest of his life. That’s literally true. Just this past summer he was up on a ladder in Croatia, painting. He, no doubt, shouldn’t have been up there, but he was a man who wasn’t easily dissuaded from doing what he wanted to do.
Kuzme used to tell stories about his early life in Croatia, how during World War II, when he was in the Yugoslav Navy, stationed in Dubrovnik, he would hide from the Nazis. It was a bad time in Croatia, but he and his fellow sailors somehow managed to avoid confrontations as much as possible…
I remember how, years ago, Kuzme brought his nephew, Jerome, to New York from Croatia for six months. He had been struggling to pay his bills and keep food on the table. Kuzme taught him how to paint and found him jobs. For six months Jerome saved every penny he earned and took it all back home to share his new wealth and his new skills with his wife… That’s the kind of man Kuzme was… he cared for family and was willing to do whatever necessary to help if he could.
And I’ll always remember how Kuzme would make his own prosciutto to share with all of us. He’d smoke it in the shed in his back yard in the midst of all his tools and yard equipment. He’d use so much salt that anyone who dared gnawing on a piece would instantly have their blood pressure spike. As a nurse, I know it was just terrible for us, but we all enjoyed it and he was proud to share it.
Kuzme was a kind and generous man. He was loyal and strong. He was the patriarch of the family. Kuzme, we will miss you. You have enriched our lives in so many ways. You will always be loved and hold an important place in our hearts. We love you…
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