Memories of Myron Blumberg

This morning Jordan and I learned that our dear friend, Myron Blumberg, passed away. 

When Myron’s daughter, Deborah, called, I said, “You called to tell me something sad. Didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, “My father passed away.”

The news of Myron’s passing was very sad, but not surprising. He had suffered with Parkinson’s disease for many years. 

Jordan and I met Myron, a brilliant attorney and WWII veteran, and his wife Shirley, a talented poet and gardener, in 1981, soon after we moved to Mammoth Lakes, California.

Our friendship began when Jordan met Myron, at a political coffee at a neighbor’s home. 

“I met a fascinating gentleman tonight, and I invited him and his wife over for Shabbat dinner,” Jordan told me when he returned from the meeting.

On the following Friday, I understood why Jordan had invited Myron and Shirley without asking me. Our delightful dinner and marathon discussion continued until 11:00 o’clock, which was way beyond my normal bed time. I tried to be polite, however, I was falling asleep and had to say good night. Shirley agreed. However, Jordan and Myron wanted to continue their conversation, so Shirley said she would drive herself home. It was 2:00am, when Jordan finally drove Myron home. Whenever, people inquired about how we met, we said it literally and figuratively was a long story.  

That first Shabbat dinner was the beginning our cherished friendship, business relationship and marathon dinners and discussions with Myron and Shirley. 

When Jordan and I decided to established the Eastern Sierra Jewish Community, Myron and Shirley offered to be our synagogue partners and founding members. They also continued as leaders of the Jewish community when we moved back to Chicago in 1989.

Myron was a remarkable story teller, consummate skier and avid hiker. He only slowed down when the symptoms of Parkinson’s disease began to prey on his body. Myron was 89 years of age and adventure. He and Shirley were blessed with 65 years of marriage.

I was a privilaged to share a February 2nd, Groundhog Day Birthday with Myron, and the Glazov family was honored to call Myron our friend!

We have loving and joyful memories we will treasure.

The following is a “love”ly memorial prayer that was part of a Yom Kippur service I shared with the Blumbergs and the Eastern Sierra Jewish Community many years ago.  

In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember him

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember him

In the opening buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember him

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember him

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember him

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember him

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember him

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember him

When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember him

So long as we live, he too shall live,
he is now and always will be a part of us,

As we remember Myron. 

Sheila N. Glazov ~ Author ~ Speaker ~ Educator ~ Personality Type Expert
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