What a remarkable woman she was. What an incredible wife. What a devoted and loving mother. How can I possibly encapsulate in mere words the essence of my wife of nearly 50 years? My Kitschy.
If I were to describe her modesty, it would be through the lens of how she made our home feel like royalty. Each week, if one of us would casually mention our wish for Shabbos dinner on a Tuesday, by Friday afternoon, that very meal would be ready, crafted with love and care. She welcomed every visitor with open arms, never turning anyone away—even when Eli brought home the most unexpected guests. She remembered each person’s likes and dislikes, ensuring that every detail was prepared with genuine affection.
Pam was the heart of our family, the glue that held us all together. From our humble beginnings in a small two-bedroom apartment on West 87th Street, with three boys squeezed into bunk beds, to our move to Englewood, and through the milestones of marrying off children and welcoming grandchildren, Pam was there, cheering us on with unwavering enthusiasm. Her unique ability to nurture each of our children in the way they needed most was extraordinary. For 38 years, she never missed a single appointment or therapy session for Baruch, always striving to make his life more comfortable. Her love for him was boundless, and his love for her is equally profound.
Pam’s patience was limitless, and she approached life with a constant smile and infectious laughter. She would recount with such delight the story of how Shaya and Eli persuaded her to help them with school papers, giggling because she knew they coerced her into writing them herself. She even laughed heartily about the time I mistakenly dropped her off at the wrong side of the Englewood hospital while she was in active labor with Rena, a story she told with tears of joy streaming down her face. And for me, the secret she kept for nearly 50 years was that every speech I ever gave was penned by her. Even when it was about her, her humility meant that I could never quite capture how truly exceptional she was.
No words can ever fully express what Pam meant to me and to our family. She dedicated her life to us, and I am profoundly blessed to have had her by my side. Losing her leaves a void that cannot be filled. I will miss her every moment of every day. My love for her is boundless and eternal.
I want to take a moment to thank the hundreds of friends, family and friends of friends who said Tehillim over these last few weeks; I could not have done it without all your chesed. In particular, I want to thank Satmar Bikur Cholim and the apartment made available to me by Bikur Cholim of the West Side. Thank you. The work that you do is beyond special.
Pam, you were my everything, and I will carry your love and memory with me always. I love you.
Our family thanks the many hundreds of people from all around the world who committed to saying Tehillim and performing acts of chesed for Pam’s speedy recovery. Your support before and after her passing is so appreciated. Baruch Dayan Ha’Emet. -The Lunzer families
For a link to a recording of the levaya, please contact Congregation Ahavath Torah at 201-568-1315 or ahavathtorah.org
