By: Oritte and Ephraim Rudski
Montreal, Canada
I have so many memories of my dear uncle that I don't know where to start, so I will begin with one of my last conversations with him last winter in Florida. It was erev Shabbos and Yossi and his son were coming for Shabbos. I asked my uncle who cooked for them and he proudly replied "We did. Me and your tante Miriam. She put in the ingredients and I added the water." What a sense of humor!
When I was in Florida, Ephraim and I went with them and my father to visit Tante Diana. Her daughter, Barbara was there and asked uncle Shmuel Issac to tell us about his memories of his parents. He told all about how his parents met and married and eventually came to America.
My earliest memories of my uncle go back to when I was a little girl and we came to them for the Pesach seder. Uncle Shmuel Issac ate so much maror that he nearly jumped to the sky.
I remember my uncle telling me how he remembered when all of Lubavitch could fit in his living room. "And that was my old living room, on Crown street. Before we had the big house." He was very proud of how our community had grown!
May we soon be united with our loved ones with the coming of Moshiach.
