Speech at Saba’s Funeral

Thank you all for coming today.

Starting at a very young age I came to know my saba as a local celebrity. After introducing myself I became accustomed to the follow up question “Are you related to THE Rabbi Stanley Bramnick?” I was so unbelievably proud of that. Sometimes people would say, “Do you know that your Saba married me and my husband? And How is he doing?” I would reply with a smile from ear to ear, “he’s great but doesn’t really do weddings anymore… now he just sticks to (officiating at) funerals”

Some of my fondest memories with my saba took place in his study in Teaneck. When I was really young my Saba would put me on his lap and we would watch Scottrade.com. I didn’t really know what it all meant but I enjoyed watching the green and red arrows. As I got older, I spent time with my Saba pouring over the books in his study. My favorites were the 19^th century Talmud bavli and all the different versions of Passover hagadas.

My saba was an integral part of my Jewish education and upbringing. Anyone who knows me knows how much I loved attending Solomon Schechter from kindergarten to 12^th grade. In first grade we performed our Siddur play which culminates with your local rabbi giving you your first siddur. I was blessed to have my saba there to give me my first siddur. He was also there to give me my first chumash during second grade, and my first tanach at the end of fifth grade. He was always there for me to call when I had a homework question. Not to mention saba and savta came every year to grandparents day and continued to be an important part of my Schechter experience through middle and high school.

I feel so blessed to have been able to know my saba as a child and as an adult. Thank you for being my saba