Milton Dunetz

My Dad, Milton Dunetz, passed away early Wednesday morning, Nov. 3. When I visited him in Florida two weeks ago he said more than once that my Mom, of blessed memory, was calling him. Anybody who knew my mom knows when she called you better listen, I guess he listened.

Dad told me a few weeks ago that he wanted to make it to 90 years old. His 90th birthday was Oct. 30. Ironically his Hebrew name is Noach and the section of the Torah last week was Noach.

Dad was the nicest person I ever knew and not just because he was my father. This may sound corny but it’s the truth. Wherever we were, if there were little children or puppies around they would gravitate toward my dad, probably because they sensed his good nature. You never had to tell my dad to smile when you were taking a picture, he was always smiling.

My Father was in severe pain for the past two months because of disk issues, and the painkillers he took for accelerated his dementia. When I was in Florida two weeks ago he was desperately trying to hold on to his memory, continually going over everyone’s names, the layout of our homes, etc.

Despite it all my father kept talking and singing happily (my dad loved to sing).

Contact Jeff Dunetz: Columnist@TheJewishStar.com