I will always remember Seymour (or Poppy as we called him) for his infectious laughter, keeping his sense of humor right until the end. He also loved to eat, enjoying his glass of ale with every dinner that I can recall sharing with him! Most of all, however, I always respected the love he had for grandma. Even while in the hospital one of the last times I saw him, grandma asked him what he wanted, and he quite simply answered "you". Above all else, their love is truly an inspiration.
Our pain is in the measure of our blessing. What we have lost
is a reflection of how we have loved. They return to us, our
beloved, in flashes of memory, in moments of sweet, anguished
recollection. We remember the smile and grieve that it is gone.
We will never again touch the hand that guided us, or sought
us out. Still, would we wish never to have known that hand,
never to have seen that smile? God has given. God has taken
away. Our pain is the measure of our blessing.
- Rabbi David Wolpe