Our Dearest "Junam"

Grandma Dina was angry with Grandpa Yehezkel. This happened in Persia over 60 years ago. As she was told, Grandpa was educated and scholarly. In reality, Grandpa didn't have prestigious degrees and wasn't formally educated. He was a simple man with boundless joy and a huge heart. Until his last day, he volunteered at the local bakery, loved to spoil us with a variety of fruits from the Mahane Yehuda market, always looked for ways to help, always grateful and cherished every moment.

Grandma is no longer angry, just misses him.

From Grandpa, we learned the simplicity in a drink. There wasn't an event where Grandpa, in his Persian accent, wouldn't ask one of us to pour him a drink and fill his cup. Of course, this was often met with disapproving and concerned looks from those around, but that didn't stop Grandpa from breaking into a Persian song to toast to life after a few rounds of his glass being filled! We, the younger generation, didn't understand the words, but the simplicity and joy of Grandpa were instantly recognized and loved by everyone in the world.

We love and miss you very much

"What is this place? It's heaven here!"