My grandfather, Irv Levine, 1921-2011. The memorial is today, and I can’t make it to South Carolina. I wrote my form of a eulogy to send to my family, and am sharing part of it below. The photo is from my cousin’s wedding: not sure I’ve ever seen a happier grandpa.
[W]ho does he love the most? My grandmother, Shirley. The man is obsessed.
They’ve been together over 65 years, and are the reason I hold out hope for long-lasting love. They hold hands. He kisses her hand. He’ll tell anyone within earshot that she’s the most gorgeous woman in the world. They quarrel, sure, but in the way that nobody bothers to quarrel unless its with someone they deeply care about. Their 65th wedding anniversary was just amazing, with friends and family coming together, to celebrate one of the happiest, smartest and still most beautiful couples any of them have ever known. Shirley and Irv are teasingly known by some of us as “Shirv and Irley”—further proof of how entwined they are. They’re the fearless leaders of our family.
He had a long life. Fuller than I can even imagine. And he made everyone else’s life fuller for being in it. I feel so lucky to have had him in my life for so long, and will hold onto the memories and the inspiration for the rest of my life. I’ll do things so he continues to kvell, and when I look in the mirror, I’ll try to hear him calling me shana punim [pretty face] even on my sad days. I love you, Poppy.