This memorial website was created for sharing memories of Ehud Havazelet. Those wishing to contact the family directly may do so at mkb0507@gmail.com.
The family suggests those wishing to remember Ehud consider making a contribution to one of the many causes he held dear – the arts, humanitarian relief, and human rights – or simply think of him as they watch a movie, read a book, listen to music, or enjoy a good red wine.
Video of the memorial held at the University of Oregon, March 12, 2016: http://media.uoregon.edu/channel/archives/10733
Slideshow of photos of Ehud:
https://vimeo.com/158337951/946d00400d
Tributes
Leave a tributeAlways my big brother.
Love you infinitely
Rutie (forever the baby sister)
Right now, our younger daughter, Zo, age 10 (you know, you met her at day 7) is at sleepaway camp (Camp Tamarack—do I remember that Coby went there? maybe not). The Grandview Fire raging 12 miles east. It shouldn’t, but it could get to her faster than we could, in under two hours. So, I didn’t sleep last night and we’re probably heading to be closer to her shortly.
This present worry I share is a drop in the bucket compared with what’s been going on for anyone and everyone. You’d be impressed by the level of universal catastrophe—to put it lightly. And of course, some people are suffering more than others.
An invitation to say we want you back?
Leora (forever younger sister).
Gone way too soon, but what a literary legacy he left. I wish I could have met him. May his memory be a blessing.
Happy 65th, E--a little late. You're an old man, old man.
It feels worth noting that those two classes stayed with me like no other before or since. Ehud introduced me to a life-long love of Raymond Carver and, more importantly, showed me that learning could be a true pleasure after a miserable high school experience.
For which I will always be grateful.
So, thank you Ehud.
Brother of my dear childhood friend, his sister Tali, and special friend to my older sister Chedva. Their birthdays were exactly one month apart. His presence was a bright light in our lives. At Camp Massad Gimel, when I was nine, he held me by my ankles and turned me upside down:)
With ongoing prayers and embraces to the Havazelet Family, and to fellow travelers.
I continue to be grateful for a brother like you as you continue to guide me in living this life with fullness.
...from San Diego.
Molly Larson Cook
Everyone is memorializing (rightly so) the writer...I remember the laughs most of all...And the long talks through the night about love, lovers and the meaning of life...And yes, there were books, as well as the NY Yankees, Bette Davis vs Katherine Hepburn, terrible foreign films, Blimpie's tuna subs ('cause we were all kosher then!) plus sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.
I will miss him and always cherish our the time we spent together.
Before you got me lovin’ you
You seem to stay on my mind
My Baby you know it
You sure know how to show your love to me….. guitar riff.
Leave a Tribute
Always my big brother.
I had the privilege of revisiting the same Isaac Babel story a few times with Ehud. Each time my understanding deepened. JT Bushnell recalled Ehud's teachings as the closest semblance of a religious education he'd ever received. That was my experience, too -- revelation -- and I suspect many others'. The Babel story takes on love and war and family and duty and God. In its closing lines, a grieving daughter asks simply, "Where can I find another father like my father?" There is and will not be another like Ehud; not teacher, guide, nor friend.
Thinking of you, Molly, Michael, and Coby. You were the only people, place, or thing he had no reservations gushing over; I am grateful now for the memories of him lit up with love every time he spoke of you.