"The Aralems and the cliffs seized the Ark of the Covenant, the Aralems overcame the cliffs and the Ark of the Covenant was captured." Heaven also needs someone who will insist on the principles there. They took you from him, grandfather, now you will add light in another place. "Moshe Shapir Ka Abdat," is how Shi'i Agnon wrote about you. Doing good was the center of your life, no matter how many resources you needed for this purpose. All week long, we grandchildren have been drawing from your teachings, hearing more and more about our grandfather, but not about a foreign grandfather, but about a grandfather we loved so much. A grandfather who knew how to give each grandchild his place, the handshake, the kiss and the things that are appropriate for him. And we were not the only ones who were your children, but many people. You treated each person with sensitivity, you were attentive to knowing what they needed and when, whether it was a kind word, a smile or a rebuke, in every story they told, your portrait emerges with a big smile from ear to ear. I hear how others saw you and confirm things before me as you would usually do out of humility. "Was I okay?" "Was the lesson understood?", "Following humility and fear of God." You would teach us what you did, wisdom to its head, humility to its heel. Grandpa, you knew the secret that at the time of a person's death, neither silver nor gold accompanies him, but only Torah and good deeds. All your life, you lived what you said in your last words. "I shall not die, but I shall live and declare the works of the Lord." Grandpa, you loved people and therefore they loved you. Grandpa, just your presence filled us grandchildren with joy. I told my father in the hospital that I would just come and read the Torah reading with you and sing you Shabbat songs and songs of the Land of Israel that you loved so much. You would fill me with joy even without you responding, just being there with you. Likewise, when you were with the elderly, you would raise your hands like a conductor and everyone would ascend with you to higher worlds. Grandpa, the love you gave me, the wisdom you gave me, to understand the main thing and the trivial. I miss the calm and goodness you bestowed upon us so much, a week later I long for things that are lost and no longer exist. But a man's lips are buried in the grave. And God bless me, I continue to receive from you, Grandpa. From the stories, from the things you did, and also from the good memories that are imprinted in me. Grandpa, I hope that I will continue on your path, a hope shared by all your descendants. May your soul be bound in the bundle of life.