Starts Exactly On Time at 6 pm - Join Early at 5:45 pm
Monday, January 15 at 6 pm Eastern Time (US and Canada)
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The service starts exactly at 6 pm and will not go past 6:30 pm.
Everyone is welcome to say something.
Ruth Kovacs Service
Blessed are You, Lord our Gd, King of the universe, the True Judge
To everything there is a time:
A time to be born and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to lose and a time to seek;
A time to rend and a time to sew;
A time to keep silent and a time to speak.
Ecclesiastes 3
In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them;
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of the winter, we remember them;
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them;
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them;
In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them;
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them;
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them;
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us as we remember them.
Whoever would like to say some words, this is the time.
Ruth's parents were Lorraine and Charles Kovacs.
Ruth had an older brother Arthur.
Ruth was a sweet, good-natured, kind person.
She was nice to everyone.
I never saw her do a mean thing.
Our grandparents, Bertha and Joe Weitzen, came from big families.
Their apartment in Brighton Beach was the gathering place for the cousins.
This was a noisy house, filled with immigrants eating, having fun, and yelling.
It was like the old joke, two Jews having a discussion sound like four Americans having an argument.
Ruth loved being there with everyone.
She was a chatterbox.
She loved to talk and laugh, and argue with the rest of them.
In her twenties, Ruth went to work for my Dad at his sales office in the Empire State Building.
She worked with Mike DeBono, my Dad's partner, Myron, Miriam Isaacs, and Joe Geller.
Miriam, a sophisticatd Israeli woman, was ten years older than Ruth.
Miriam took Ruth under her wing so to speak and Ruth admired Miriam.
At times, I worked there too.
This was a great place to work, a sales office in New York City,
lots of action, people coming and going, everyone kidding around,
and flirting with the buyers, Ruth that is, not me.
Ruth loved working there.
After that, Ruth worked at The Foundation Center.
This was a not-for-profit organization that helps people find where they can get grants.
They had a beautiful office not far from where Ruth lived in the city.
Ruth worked there for over twenty years.
She had a wonderful time working there.
These pictures are from my mother's eightieth birthday weekend we spent in New York City.
We had a good time with Ruth that weekend.
One thing you can tell from these pictures is
Ruth liked long sleeve turtlenecks.
We found stacks of them in her closet.
In handling Ruth's estate, we have heard the same comments about how friendly Ruth was,
from her building manager, her neighbors, and the doorman.
Even the police officer reported that the lady at Ruth's bank said the same thing.
Ruth had a good soul.
I expected her to live into her eighties.
She died too soon.
Ruth's official date of death is October 29, 2023.
She was 69 years old.
Michael, Leah, and I buried Ruth last Thursday, January 11.
We buried her in Cedar Park Beth El Cemetery in Paramus, NJ
in the Weitzen Steinberg family plot with her gandparents Joe and Bertha Weitzen,
her great grandparents Moritz and Regina Weitzen, and her great uncle Bernie Steinberg.
It was a beautiful ceremony.
The funeral director cried.
Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in straight paths for His Name’s sake.
Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil, my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Exalted, compassionate God, grant infinite rest, in Your sheltering Presence,
among the holy and pure, to the soul of Ruth Kovacs, who has gone to her eternal home.
Merciful One, we ask that Your loved one find perfect peace in Your eternal embrace.
May her soul be bound up in the bond of life. May she rest in peace. And let us say: Amen.
May His great Name grow exalted and sanctified.
In the world that He created as He willed. May He give reign to His kingship, in your lifetimes and in your days,
and in the lifetimes of the entire family of Israel, swiftly and soon. Amen
May His great Name be blessed forever and ever.
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled, mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name of the Holy One, Blessed is He beyond any blessing and song, praise and consolation that are uttered in the world. Amen
May there be abundant peace from Heaven, and good life, upon us and upon all Israel. Amen
He Who makes peace in His heights, may He make peace upon us, and upon all Israel. Amen
