My grandfather Sydney Fleishman died yesterday at 94, nearly 95. He had a long and prosperous life, rich with family, experience, and business. He's been retired since the early 70s. He and my grandmother, Hilda (Bubbie), still with us at 85, went all over Europe. (When Bubbie was a little girl, her mother took her and a sister back to Lithuania -- in the 1920s! She wanted Bubbie's great-grandfather to meet at least some of the children.)
My grandfather was a real storyteller, all true, and he taught me a lot about honesty and integrity through these tales. He was a funny man, and loyal to those around him. I'll miss him, except that he'll never be gone while I'm alive.