Bob Gorelik

Words cannot express my love for you. You have been my best friend for many years – our connection to each other was quite unexpected ‐ and magical. You and I define “b’shert” – we are soulmates – destined to be together – and for a reason, I do not understand, and cannot grasp, you were destined to be taken from me. And from my feeble perspective – years and years before your time. Baruch Dayan HaEmet (Blessed be the True Judge).

You are life itself. Kind, compassionate, gracious, generous, filled with great courage and strength – a lover of HaShem, of truth and our shared Jewish heritage – the “caretaker” of our kosher kitchen.

Even though you had no children of your own, you always wanted grandchildren. And so, my children became your children, and you loved and cherished them with your whole heart. And my grandchildren became your grandchildren and you loved and cherished them even more.

You have been my faithful friend, my truest companion and partner, my greatest inspiration ‐ the one who made our house a home filled with warmth and laughter, quietness, and comfort.

I cannot imagine life without you. I miss you so much it is sometimes hard to breathe. My only solace is knowing that the suffering you endured is no more. For that, I am very grateful. And, for the time being, only you know who “won” the many “bets” we had regarding what the Olam HaBa (the World‐To‐Come) is like and the answers to so many other questions about the Bible and about life that we pondered together. I trust you to save me a seat!

I have, and always will, treasure every moment that we spent together. I miss you so very, very much! I love you with all my heart!