Elegy for Cy

He was one of the last true menchen.

Even in death one may envision

How he might reach down from the heavens

To sew up the garments that were rent

In the deep sorrow of his passing.

Droves and droves came to pay their respects.

Even the rocks, trees, and tall grasses

Bent to the east as the words of the

Prayers for the dead rose in his honor,

And all the birds sang a mournful song.

To say that he had touched many lives

Would be to understate the lasting

Impression that he made on his friends

And his great love for his family,

And in that respect he is not lost,

For fond memories of his kind ways

Will live forever in those of us

Fortunate enough to have known him.

Seymour Alex "Cy" Rudnick, a Kansas City local legend and father of a friend of mine died suddenly on August 23, 2013, having just returned from making aliyah to Eretz Israel and having witnessed the bar mitzvah ceremony of his grandson.  He was seventy-seven.  A tribute to him may be found in the Kansas City Star at http://www.kansascity.com/2013/08/26/4437637/fabric-store-owner-cy-rudnick.html

May his memory be a blessing.

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