Life is in a constant state of change. I am once again in the throes of a major life transition...the death of a parent. My darling Dad passed away on August third. In his memory, I wanted to share the eulogy I delivered at his funeral as well as the speech my son Jake, who is just seventeen, also gave at the ceremony.
My Father, although a short man in
physical stature, was a Giant in my eyes and in the eyes of his family, friends
and the business community in
Throughout my entire life, I was always Daddy’s little girl, not to mention a chip off the old block. He was my knight in shining armor, my rock and my wise sage. He was also my intellectual and political sparing partner. I am the one who put those gray hairs on his head! He was everything that a daughter could want in a Father and so much more. I have always said that I could not imagine my life without my Dad because our lives were so deeply intertwined. Now I am faced with that reality.
The thing that stands out so clearly about my Father was his enormous courage and strong will. Born into poverty to immigrant parents, he managed to live the American dream largely through a will of iron. As a young man, he learned to box to defend himself from the ever present bullies and eventually became the Golden Gloves Welterweight Champion of Akron. My brother Joel remembers the day on a jobsite when one of the workers made an anti-Semitic remark and found himself knocked out cold within seconds…by a man half his size. You simply did not mess with Big Lou.
When he returned from Europe, he
turned his eyes towards real estate and without any money, he single-handedly
built a real estate and development company that has been a fixture in
It is my Father’s place as the header of the Stile clan that stands out so boldly. Woe to the person who received the dreaded ‘Look’ from Uncle Lou! Reprimands and advise would follow but in retrospect, all of what he imparted to us was done out of love and concern. Not to mention the fact that much of what he said turned out to be true. It is that love, devotion and generosity that he showed to everyone in our family that was the mark of his real character. One could always go to Uncle Lou. The youngest of the Stile clan of five, it was he that his older siblings turned to in times of need. The respect and admiration that he generated from his brother, sisters, nieces and nephews is a testament to his enduring character.
My brothers and I never for a moment
doubted the overwhelming love that out Father had for us. He only wanted for us
to be successful, responsible, happy and contributing individuals. He was never a showy person, quite the
opposite. Although he had the means to spend freely, he never did. His insistence on Tzedukah or charity was the
mainstay of his life. He gave and gave
and gave. My Mother says there were few
people to which he ever said no. He had
a deep love for
He was a staunch supporter of the
He was the first and foremost a
Jewish man of great faith. He was dedicated to his synagogue on
My Father suffered terribly over the last ten years of his life from many, many ailments. He was in constant pain but he never complained. He was incredibly stoic and his usual stubborn self. He put off using a walker until he had no other choice. Amazingly, here was a man who could not stand up straight, who could barely walk, who had severe heart disease and had just undergone treatment for skin cancer on his face…and yet he worked out however he could up until the day he died. He sat watching television with Mom while lifting weights! It was his will to live and be self sufficient that kept him alive years after his doctors told him he did not have long to live. My Daddy extended his years on this earth because he refused to give into anything.
He loved my Mother deeply and she took care of his every need, which were many in the last few years. To see them together has always been a testament to the endurance and sanctity of marriage. My Dad’s success can be credited in a large part to the total support and love of his wife Freda.
I quote Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gently into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at the close of day.” That was my Dad, not only at the end of his life but throughout his entire life. The day Daddy died was my son Jake’s birthday. Just an hour before he passed, he called Jake to wish him a happy birthday and to tell him that he wanted to spend more time together. Thank God that we spent so much wonderful time with him and Mom this summer.
In June when I arrived for a visit, I went into his bedroom late a night, sat down on the bed where he lay asleep and stroked his head and kissed his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me in total astonishment and said, “Are you an angel?” For days he repeated how he truly felt he had seen an angel by his side. Please Dear Lord, keep your angels by my Father’s side.
Daddy, I love you so dearly. I look to you, as I have always done, for the strength to live my life without your physical presence. My grief and pain seem insurmountable today. I need your courage and willpower…you have never failed me before. May you see your parents, your brother and sisters…and may you rest in eternal peace.
Jake’s Eulogy for his Zadie (Grandfather in Yiddish)
I love my Zadie for the way he smiled, whether in times of joy or sorrow.
I love my Zadie for all the lessons he taught me:
-How to swing a golf club; how to hit a baseball or throw a football…even how to control my temper when I did all of those things wrong.
-He taught me how to run a business; how to handle a wife and children and how to lead an accomplished life…things I had been learning since I was about ten years old.
-He taught me what true religion was and why it is so important to grasp the teachings of the Torah through my entire life.
-He taught me the necessity of family in one's life and I always looked to him as the foundation and rock of the Stile family.
I wear my pants today around my belly button because I know my Zadie would have told me to look professional!
I love my Zadie for his humble generosity, his gentle kindness, his overly tight hugs, his scolding of my Mother and his strong determination in whatever he did.
August third was my birthday and just two hours before he passed, I talked to my Zadie on the phone. He wished me a happy birthday and never had I heard such joy in his voice. He ended by saying that he wished for us to spend much more time together soon and I could sense his smile over the phone.
We will spend much more time together Zadie for I know that you will always look after me forever. Today you not only rest in peace, but rest with the love and affection of us all.
Conscious Living: The Key to Positive
and Lasting Change
Unconscious : without awareness or cognition; occurring below the
level of conscious thought; not consciously planned, realized or done; the
unconscious: the part of the mind containing psychic material that is only
rarely accessible awareness but has a pronounced effect upon behavior.
When we are living our lives in a state of true awareness wherein we are truly conscious of our actions, we can free ourselves from reactive, self defeating behavior and realize our personal best. Unfortunately, although we may think that we make conscious decisions, in reality our unconscious mind impacts our behavior. Our actions are therefore not truly under our control. We can learn to recognize the unconscious, that part of our mind that has great power over much of our actions without us even being aware of its existence. In doing so, we can diminish its power over us.
As an example, try simply noticing that voice inside your head that gets very chatty whenever you are about to make a decision, especially an important one that could result in change. Is it telling you that you’re nuts to consider what you are thinking of doing? Does it say that you failed once before and will probably do so again? This chatter is easy to recognize because that voice, or chorus of voices, is activated all day long. Just walking into a room of strangers gets it going! They don’t like me, I don’t belong here, ya-da, ya-da. We fail to understand that the voice is out to sabotage us.
The voice is not you. It is a manifestation of your subconscious fears. Just by noticing it you will realize that this inner saboteur is at work. In the act of noticing you begin to empower yourself to make truly conscious decisions that will result in positive and lasting changes in your life.
The voice is the mind chatter that we can recognize. What about all the subconscious stuff that is also at work but much harder to identify? Quite often, we find ourselves quickly reacting to life’s circumstances instead of taking time to stop, listen and think things through. For instance, your friend may ask you if you aren’t feeling well because you don’t look so hot. You might immediately react by snapping back, “What do you mean I don’t look good?” Your feelings got hurt because you are extremely sensitive to any sort of criticism. Those feelings of low self-esteem may stem from a parent who was always extremely critical: the why does not matter. The bottom-line is your friend meant exactly what they said: are you okay? Nothing more. You added the rest. You were unconscious in your reaction. You allowed your past to repeat itself.
When we live on a conscious level, we are as alert to what is happening as a deer in the woods who hears something unknown. We insure that our actions, our decisions, our communications are not influenced by the myriad filters we apply to life. We don’t look through rose colored or black glasses; we choose to look through crystal clear ones that do not distort reality.
We recognize that the voice in our head is inauthentic and we proceed without its input. Thank it for sharing and move on. We start to see that reacting to life to very different from acting from a place of awareness and consciousness. We learn to recognize reality for what it is and not for what we think it should be. We choose to make conscious decisions versus unconscious ones.
Life Coaching has a very strong emphasis on the act of conscious living. We learn how to recognize when we slip into unconsciousness, thereby training ourselves to be more and more conscious of what is really happening. We free ourselves from, doing the same things over and over again. We learn from our heightened sense of awareness. We begin to see things differently, in a much more objective and clear way.
There are myriad ways that one can begin to practice conscious living. First and foremost is to notice your mind chatter. Just notice it. Secondly, to stop reactive behavior, walk away when you sense that you are not in control. Recognize your danger zone. When you feel the rush of emotion starting, step back and count to twenty. Don’t give in to the rush. Cool off. Take a brisk walk. Look into those activities that clear your mind and create calm. Some people meditate, some do yoga or chant. Others find that 18 holes on a golf course is a spiritual experience. Whatever works for you.
Always examine your actions and decisions to ensure that they are made without self-defeating habits. Are you seeing reality as it exists or through some sort of filter? Drop egocentric behavior that clouds the issue and only serves to reinforce bad behavior and poor decision-making. Be like the deer in the woods: alert, focused, present and totally aware.