The Fisherman’s Grave

A (re-post) in honor of my grandfathers yartzeit on Erev Shavuos

It was at my grandfather’s funeral that I first noticed the unique gravestone.

My grandfather was a world traveller in his days at the Merchant Marines. He had many stories of coming into contact with Kamikaze suicide pilots and transporting Nazi prisoners of war. He also was active in the transportation of thousands of Jews from the ravages of Europe to the shores of Israel. After the war, he returned to his hometown of Buffalo with his wife and stayed there to raise his family.

My Grandfather

He had many ups and downs during his lifetime, but through it all he remained a simple and committed Jew. He was proud, yet unassuming. He lived a simple life. He died a simple Jew. Through his simpleness, he raised children and grandchildren who became leaders in their communities and are spreading his message of simplicity.

When I first saw that gravestone, I was immediately struck by the uniqueness of it. The average gravestone is a single stone monument with a short inscription about the deceas…