RIP SENIOR WITH YOUR BELOVED WIFE AND DAUGHTER.AND ALL THE ANGELS.
MAY GOD HOLD YOU FOREVER

Happy Birthday dear Senior may you rest in peace among the angels with the love of your life your wife, and beautiful daughter . Please watch and protect
your other love your son Joel, Amen

RIP SENIOR WITH YOUR DEAR WIFE AND DAUGHTER MAY YOU ALWAYS BE WITH THE ANGELS AMEN

Today you would have been 97 what a nice number! I do hope, Nah I believe that you are celebrating with the love of your life . Probably watching over your family. RIP Dear Man Watch over and protect your Son Joel. He has been through a lot Give him your blessings. Stay with the angels Free of Pain and suffering Amen.

Today was Father's day. In the Jewish religion we Believe that the Soul Lingers on Earth for the First year above the Grave, Still Lost and not knowing it died here on earth.after the first year it Starts to go Up to the Heavens to be with our maker. You will start this Journey soon . Then  Hope you will be Content with Your Dear Wife and Daughter they are waiting for you at the gate.... Rip Senior you are with the Angels An addition to Complete the Frame.

I went to Chabad.org to look up yartzeit rules and practices and customs, and I found this:
'It is significant to note that in Judaism we downplay birthdays, never commemorating the date of birth of one who has passed away, yet we are careful to mark the anniversary of someone's death.
The Talmud compares this to a ship. How odd that we hold a big party when the ship is about to sail, yet when it arrives at its destination, nothing is done. It really should be the other way around.
Although the day of birth holds all the potential for the life that will be, the day of death is the marker of who we actually became. Our worth is measured according to how much of our potential was realized. Did we live up to who we were to the best of our ability in the time that we had?
When our loved ones die and go back to God, to their "port of call," we mourn not having them here with us, yet we remember what they were able to accomplish in this life. The yartzeit's annual commemoration is a time to feel the sadness – but also to celebrate who they were and the life they lived.'

Can't believe he has been gone a year already.

RIP BELOVED SENIOR RIP.

The last time I saw my grandfather was on his last birthday. I visited with him earlier that week for Father's Day, and gave him the gift of seeing his son, his granddaughter and his great-grandson in the same room at the same time. I really think that was important to him.

I was scheduled to fly home on his birthday, and was not supposed to see him again before I left. But the universe had other plans. My flight was supposed to leave at 10pm. It was delayed and delayed, and then finally cancelled. It was after 11 at night when I called Grumpy and asked if we could come back to him for the night. He tried to get me to go to a hotel near the airport for convenience sake, but I wanted the baby to sleep in a safe place (my sister-in-law and my grandparents had portable cribs; a hotel would not), so he agreed to let us come back to him for the night. I made it to his bedside before midnight, in time for my baby to make him smile and for me to give him a birthday kiss goodnight. We left early the next morning and made our flight home, and all was well. My pignoli and I were blessed with that one last time to see him and hug him and kiss him and tell him we love him. Everything (even annoying delays and cancellations of airlines) happens for a reason. Cannot believe the anniversary of his parting is coming up already. Miss him so very much.

Its the date of your birth 95 years Ago!
What a Full and Rich life.For it seems that Everyone Adores You.
Now You walk with the Angels in Heaven
And of course God Carries you Inside his Heart .......
Rip Senior

I want to be angry that my grandpa is not here with me today. I want to be angry about every special day and occasion I can no longer share with him. I want to be angry about every milestone my baby reaches that he is not here to see. (What I would not give to see his face if Caleb walked up to him to shake his hand) But 95 is a ridiculous number... I have to be grateful for all the days I did have him with me and all the things I did get to do with him and share with him. Who gets to have grandparents in their 40s? I am grateful that he stayed with me as long as he did, and I hope he is having a great birthday with his brothers and all his other loved ones on the other side. Happy Birthday, Grumpy!

Senior Aronson was my Uncle, but he was so much more. He was the man who cared about everything we did. He was there for every milestone from the birth of me and my siblings to the birth of my children and grandchildren. My father adored his little brother and always no matter how accomplished his baby brother got checked up on him to make sure he was doing well . We all loved him beyond the love one normally feels for an Uncle, and we miss him immensely.
We all take tremendous pride in having been family with this wonderful man, yet we all know he is in a good place with friends and family who love him just as much as we did. Love you forever

Today Was Father's Day. I did not see any Tributes for you Senior! As the Administrator of This Memorial....I feel the need to write....
I believe it is still hard on your Family to put things in writings. Its a Lot of pain to face!!!
Today The Skies seem to Weep for You & your Parting.
It was raining most of the day....Do not weep Senior...
Hope You found Peace....Even without Tributes
Rest Assured That you are VERY LOVED

Here's what I wrote for the rabbi to read for me at my grandfather's service.

Family was the most important thing to my grandpa. When I was little, he used to say his brother George was the richest man he knew because of how his children adored him. He said family makes you rich, not money. By that definition, we were all very rich, to have been blessed to have him and his love in our lives.

I recently found this quote from Mister Rogers: "The roots of a child's ability to cope and thrive lie in that child's having had at least a small safe place (a room? A lap?) in which, in the companionship of a loving person, that child could discover that he or she was lovable and capable of loving in return." My grandpa was that small safe place for me and for so many other people. I spent years and years of my childhood on his lap and in his arms. And even when I grew too big for his lap, his heart and his voice on the phone remained that safe place for me where I always knew I was loved, that I was worthy of love, and that I had capacity for love and strength beyond what we even knew.

He was my champion and my cheerleader. When I was elected president of the international honor society in college, he said, "Oh my goodness, that's so wonderful. I'm so proud of you. What is it?" He was happy and proud because I was happy and proud and that was enough reason for him.

When I told him I was moving to Chicago, and then getting married and having a baby, he worried about me, but he supported me. He thought I was taking on more than I should all at once, and he thought maybe I would have trouble adjusting. When I did it and things all fell into place, he knew I did what was right and what was best, and he told me how proud he was of how far I had come and how well i did for myself. And the happiness and love and pride he felt when Caleb arrived was all over his face when we saw him and filled his voice when we had our Tuesday phone calls. He was happy to finally see me happy and part of a family of my own. I am so grateful that he stayed with us long enough to see that.

When I was little, I learned that zaide was the Yiddish word for grandpa and I asked him if I could call him that. He said, "I'm not old enough to be a zaide." When Caleb was born, I told him, "You're 93 and a GREAT grandpa now. I'm going to let Caleb call you zaide." He said, "I don't care if he calls me Bob as long as he's happy and healthy." And so now as Caleb grows up, he will hear me tell stories and pass on expressions from his zaide, like "when you want a hat you go to a hat store" and "all good things" and "when you spit in the wind it comes back in your face."

His words and his love and his strength are the legacy he leaves to us all. He was kind and generous and supportive, and he loved with every iota of his giant heart. He will be sorely missed by every person who knew him, who loved him, and who he loved.

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~ jill

What can you say about A Man who Joined Eternity!
A man of a Thousand Souls within the Living, and now Forever in our Hearts.
A true Warrior! A Wonderful Man of Men.
A Special Husband
An Awesome Father
Special Grandfather
The Legacy would always remain Intact.
For You Senior!
Always in our Hearts, In our Minds and in our Souls,you shall remain
and walk with all of us Forever.
And Until we meet again someday, RIP Senior
Together with Your dear and Beloved Wife Armenia and Sweet beautiful Daughter Lucille.
You are Probably looking at us and Saying: What's The Fuss all About
Oh Well , It is about the LOSS and Losses That could never be Subdued . We Love You Always