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A Well-Lived Life

5/16/2016

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We had the memorial service for my dad, Ed, on Sunday.  He'd passed away a week earlier, about six weeks before his 95th birthday.  This was the eulogy I gave.

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​When my father had his 90th birthday, he said he was shocked because he never expected to get that far.  So, every year to him was a bonus.  For me, it turned out more problematic – because after having given speeches for him to celebrate his 50th wedding anniversary, 80th birthday, 60th anniversary, 90th birthday, I really don’t have much else left to say.  But realized that I could at least start by doing something few people get to do at their own memorial service – let my dad speak for himself. 
 
Years ago, my dad wrote a memoir, which was actually quite good and, not surprisingly, very funny.  But it was the wonderful writing that stood out, because my dad wrote very well. 

​Though he was a great doctor for over half a century, and loved with pride at being referred to as “doctor” –always correcting people when called “Mr. Elisberg”– he didn’t come from a family where being a doctor was the obvious first choice.  His father Mike and Uncle Harry were tailors, making ladies garments.  Elisberg Originals was the company.  That was the family business.  In his book, my dad explained why it didn’t turn out to be his business –
 
“I was born to the purple,” he wrote.  “Velvet, lining, buttons, yard goods.  When I reached the age of consciousness, I realized that manufacturing women’s clothing wasn’t for me.  So I spent my childhood playing with chemistry sets, threatening to blow up the neighborhood, and establishing the fact that I had no head for business.
 
“It was decided by the brain trust,” he continued, “namely my mother and father, that it would be prudent to keep me far away from anything with yarn.  As a result of this momentous decision that changed the course of history (mine), the mantle of succession fell on my brother Richie’s shoulders, an act for which he probably and deservedly never forgave me.”
 
Of all the jokes he tells in this chapter about tailors, however, my favorite isn’t really a joke at all, but rather a true story. 
 
By way of background, acquaintances would always come to the shop, believing that they’d get a special deal that way:  perhaps a cheap price on a “new Dior” that they were told by my grandfather was just off the boat, shipped from New York to be copied,” or a “Balenciaga” or other “French designers,” not ever knowing two things – one (as my father wrote), that “nothing French ever got closer than 8,000 miles of that showroom” and two, that the only rule that existed there was, “Don’t let them get away without buying.”
 
On this particular day in question, my father had to fill in at the shop, answering telephones.  He wrote of that memorable experience –
 
“Late one afternoon,” he writes, “a very prominent rabbi came to the factory, to buy the clothes for his family of a wife and two daughters, and I could hear the transaction.  I guess the rabbi did the buying on the mistaken idea that nobody would possibly take advantage of a man of God.  That might have been true in other places, but I doubt it was ever valid in the Garment Center Building, where he was dealing with another breed of men of the cloth.  Anyway, even he too was shown all the ‘Diors just off the boat’ and ‘Balenciagas’ and a whole horde of ‘French designers’, and so the rabbi bought and bought.  Maybe he knew what he was doing.  I hope so.  It may go better for my father in heaven. 
 
“When we closed for the evening, I said that I would take public transportation home, and my father could drive alone.  He wondered why I’d want to do a thing like that, since he always drove me.  I told my father that if there was a God in heaven who might have been listening to his pitch to the rabbi, he would never make it home alive, and I didn’t want to be with him when a bolt of lightning sent down by the Almighty hit the car.”
 
And so my dad got home safely – did not go into the clothing business – and became a doctor.
 
It wasn’t that he was such a great doctor, as most of you here know.  It’s that he loved being a doctor.  Absolutely loved it.  Instead of watching television, his entertainment was reading medical journals.  For fun, he read electrocardiograms.  I’m not exaggerating.
 
Here’s how much he loved being a doctor – when he had his quadruple bypass surgery several years back, he said that outside of normal vacation days off, it was the first day of work he had missed in 39 years.  He always went to the office, even if he wasn’t well.
 
There’s actually some remarkable proof how much he utterly loved being a doctor.  I’ll get to that in a few moments at the end.  It’s worth the wait.
 
But it wasn’t just that he loved being a doctor.  I always got the sense that his patients loved him.  I say that because growing up, when strangers would hear my last name, their first response was often, “Elisberg?  Are you Eddie’s son?”
 
I’m not exaggerating about this, either.  Only a couple years ago, I was at a friend’s house in Los Angeles for New Year’s Eve.  It was crowded, and I got introduced to someone’s wife, who it turned out was from Chicago.  “Elisberg?” she asked.  “Are you related to Eddie Elisberg?” It turns out that she and her mother had both been nurses at Highland Park Hospital.  And she added how wonderful she thought he was.
 
I was never bothered being known as “Eddie’s son.”  To have so many people acknowledge you because of how wonderful your father was – that makes a strong impression of deep admiration. 
 
What I loved most was the kind of doctor he was.  All he cared about was getting a person well.  He believed in all that medicine could do – but if a body could heal itself, he felt it best to get out of the way.  The job wasn’t to show how great he was, the job was to get the patient healthy. 
 
And I was in awe that he was an innovator, as well, having articles written about him.  Decades before businesses discovered this, his office staff was full of incredibly talented women who’d left the profession to raise a family, but later wanted to get back to work, or could only give a half day on occasion.  So, he had the most qualified people he could find.  He didn’t care who was there, he only cared that they were good.  My mother referred to them as “His Ladies.”
 
At his and my mother’s 50th anniversary, I gave a speech and went on at length about all this.  And when I was finished, the first words I heard were from my dad, yelling out across the crowd, “You never said what a great father I was!!”
 
I had sort of taken that for granted, but as a result of that, a few years later at his 80th birthday, I gave my shortest speech ever.  I got up and said, “He was a great father” -- and then sat down.
 
And he was.  I go on about him as a doctor because I think so many people can say how terrific their father was, but he was unique as a doctor.  But I’ve always known that my brother John and I were lucky to have had him for our father.  He was supportive, loving, not overly outgoing but Midwest taciturn, solid as a rock, funny, caring of others, and set among the greatest examples for honesty and decency as a child could want.  And perhaps the greatest example he set was how he adored my mother.
 
I’d like to pause a moment to fulfill a promise. 
 
When my mother passed away, there was a memorial service that was wonderful and so-pleased my father.  He loved it.  Except for one thing.  A few weeks later, in a heart-broken voice, he said that the service was moving and terrific, but the one thing that never got said was “how beautiful Betty Lou was.”  And then he went on, “She was a beauty queen, you know.  She was so beautiful.”  And so I promised him that when I spoke at his funeral I would make sure to say how beautiful my mother was.  And I have kept my promise.
 
It was of course a very difficult time for my dad when my mother passed away after 66 years of marriage.  But there was one good thing to come from her very long hospitalization.  It was going in with him every day and seeing so close up how much he absolutely adored her.  Every day, month after month, he’d sit by the bed and – this quiet, taciturn man – opening up with endearments, endlessly.  I won’t begin to repeat them, because I wouldn’t get through it, but “Eddie loves you, you know that, don’t you?” will forever be a happy part of my being.
 
I’m coming to the end pretty soon, but it’s important to note a few things about my dad.
 
I have to note that he was the definition of a loyal football fan.  It’s one thing to follow a team that’s good.  But he had season tickets for 49 years to Northwestern, the team with literally the worst record in the history of college football.
 
He grew up blocks from Wrigley Field and walked to games as a little boy.  I remember my first game with him there, against the Milwaukee Braves.  He passed along his love of the Cubs, which some people might hold against their parent, but I’m thrilled for it.  After all, this could actually be the year…  And I’m so glad he got to see them playing so great this year and remarkably in first place.  He loved it.
 
I’m also glad that when he and my mother moved to Glencoe, his brother, my Uncle Richie, moved only blocks away.  So we got to grow up living close to Aunt Joan, and my cousins Susie and Steve.  And I’m grateful for them and Dick still staying close after all the years.  And my mother’s relatives, the Levitons.
 
And I have to continue expressing my deep gratitude to the wonderful, remarkable Elizabeth Fernando for being one of the angels on earth.  Far more than a caregiver.  She told my dad she wouldn’t ever leave him – just as she’d said to my mother – and she was always there…always there…even beyond normal expectation.  And I’d like to thank Elizabeth’s family for sharing just a part of her.
 
Finally (which is one of the happiest words to hear at a eulogy), I want to get back to what I’d mentioned earlier.  There are many people who can say that they always wanted to be a doctor.  My father is one of the few who can actually prove it.  And not just prove it, but do so in a way that shows that everything wonderful he did with his life is merely something that he said he would always do, and he lived up to his word – and his heart.
 
When my father was only 10 years old, he wrote a poem.  His father was so impressed with it, that he had it printed up in a little pamphlet that he gave out.  And I have a copy here.  As I began today reading from my dad’s own words as an adult, I’d like to close with his words, too, as a child.  But they stood as his core his whole life.
 
It says – “Written by Edward I. Elisberg.  June – 1931.”
​I Want to Be a Doctor
By Edward I Elisberg
 
 
I want to be a Doctor
  to get over runnin’ away
From all the dreadful accidents
  that can happen in a day
To give when someone’s in distress
  A kind and helping hand
To help the sick and wounded
  Stay upon this land
To assure when hope is dying
  That everything’s alright
That all is going splendid
  He’ll be better in a night.


I don’t want to be a doctor
  on account of pretty nurses
I don’t want to be a doctor
  Just because of rich men’s purse’s
And the thought from my mind is far
  To be a doctor just for the D-R


I want to be a Doctor
  to keep all people livin’
I want to be a Doctor
  so I’m always always givin’
But the real reason from the beginning
  in my mind has stood
I want to be a Doctor
  To do the world some good.


 
Edward I. Elisberg
Age 10
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25 Comments
DENNIS STINSON
5/16/2016 08:45:40 am

WONDERFUL!

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 09:52:00 am

Dennis, well, thank you!

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Barry Glasser
5/16/2016 10:06:09 am

A life well-lived, well-loved and well-written.

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 10:20:22 am

Most-appreciated words from the eminent Mr. Glasser. Thanks much.

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DONALD ELISBURG
5/16/2016 10:40:25 am

Perfect...I have spent many years away from Chicago and whenever I meet someone from Chicago there is a good chance the response will be do you know Eddie Elisberg. Your Dad's description of Elisberg Originals is fabulous. Your words about your Mom and Dad are priceless. Thanks for sharing. I am passing this piece to my children.

Don Elisburg, now also known here in Miami as "Andy's Dad"

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 11:03:04 am

Don, thanks so much for your terrific and much-appreciated words. It's always great to hear from the distant family contingent, no matter how the name is spelled. It's all one, minus the spell-checker.

And to others reading this, his point about being known in Miami as "Andy's dad" is that his son -- my distant cousin -- Andy Elisburg is the Executive Vice President and General Manager of the Miami Heat basketball team in the NBA.

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Adam Belanoff
5/16/2016 11:21:03 am

Beautifully expressed, Bob. I truly wish I'd met Dr. Ed.

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David Rintels
5/16/2016 11:35:36 am

Lovely.I wish I'd known him. I REALLY wish he'd been my doctor.

David

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 08:26:03 pm

David, thanks much. Well, look at it this way, you did know him, one person removed. And yes, most anyone would have been really well-off with him as their doctor.

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Frederick Nachman
5/16/2016 05:42:43 pm

The Fishing Doc was a wonderful man who was loved by all. You are very fortunate to have been together - despite the distance - for all of these years.

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 08:27:43 pm

Fred, thanks a lot. And for all the people reading this who read these pages, you will appreciate that "the Fishing Doc" was a quip alluding to the oft-written about Camp Nebagamon...

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GregVB
5/16/2016 07:02:44 pm

Wonderful writing... you really should do this for a living!

A bit more to the point, I'm betting there's a market for someone to write great eulogies about them on the event of their passing, but I'm also betting that the grace, love, and respect that come through in this article may have a tad to do with the subject matter.

You were lucky to have had both your parents, by all accounts, and they were lucky to have someone like you as their son.

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 08:29:37 pm

Dr. Buzz, thanks. I'll give the writing thing a thought... And what a very odd and funny Buskirkian concept for a eulogy-writing company.

And yes, I was the lucky one.

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Steve Fiffer
5/16/2016 07:04:10 pm

Bob- We didn't learn of your dad's death until it was too late to attend the memorial service. Please accept our condolences. He and your mom were such wonderful family friends. He and my mom had such wonderful adventures (Himalayas). And he was a wonderful doctor to me. I loved it when he shared his writing with me--it was darn good--and I remember when his humorous essay was published in the Midwesterner magazine. I am happy to have had a bittersweet conversation with him after my mom died last year. He was melancholy--felt he was the "last one standing." He was, I guess. I can think of no better standard bearer for the old Glencoe guard. End of an era. Steve

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 08:32:38 pm

Steve, thanks so much. I know what a close, special relationship you and your mom especially had with my dad, so it's all the more appreciated. I'm gnashing my teeth at not contacting you directly about the memorial service, but too many people slipped through the cracks amid all the hectic machinations. But because of your closeness, you were there as a rich part of his life.

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Nell Minow
5/16/2016 07:07:58 pm

This is beautiful, Bob. My parents were so lucky to have him as their doctor when we lived in Glencoe.

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Robert Elisberg
5/16/2016 08:43:43 pm

Nell, thanks very much. As you know, I got a lovely note from your folks which was much appreciated. While I know it was a hard decision for your dad whether to stick with my father as his doctor or accept the job in Washington, D.C. as JFK's FCC Chairman, they had a long friendship that included weekly poker, and that transcended the move...

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Chris Dunn
5/17/2016 06:57:50 am

Not Fredo this time. Wonderful speech for an obviously wonderful man.

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Robert Elisberg
5/17/2016 07:21:39 am

Chris, thanks a lot. And not a train quip in sight! That's high cotton.

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John Kretchmer
5/17/2016 09:08:32 am

Bob, this was a very fitting eulogy for your father. I was always impressed with Eddie's kindness and gentle sense of humor. Your words about his devotion to Betty Lou were so true, and brought back many fine memories of them together. I miss them both.

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Robert Elisberg
5/17/2016 09:15:11 am

John, I appreciate your thoughtful note. You and your family knew him and my mom as long as pretty much any of my friends, thanks to *your* parents, and our overlapping relatives in common. (To those reading this, it's a convoluted story...) So, again, thanks.

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Barbara
5/17/2016 08:34:48 pm

What beautiful words about your father. I can only add, that your father saved my life when I was 25 years old. His attentive and thorough care, smart diagnosis and follow through helped identify a life threatening illness. I will always be indebted to your father and know it is because of him I am here today. I was so lucky that he was my doctor!

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Robert Elisberg
5/17/2016 09:34:56 pm

Barbara, well...I think that's quite the topper to all this. Thank you. I do know that later in his life, he said a few times looking back on his career he felt that he had truly saved the life of two people. My recollection is that he only told me the name of it of them, because he was a friend who I knew of. I do think he said the other was a young woman. I would assume therefore, from your note, that you were the other.

It's a pleasure to say I'm glad, but I suspect it's more your pleasure. Thank you very much for your note and deeply thoughtful words.

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catherine clinch
5/17/2016 11:10:32 pm

Bobert, my dear...I wish I could have met your father. You were blessed to have such a kind a wonderful man in your life. More than that, HE was so very blessed to have a wonderful son like you. Live on well in tribute to his legacy.

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Robert Elisberg
5/18/2016 06:34:23 am

Madame La Clinch, thanks for your kind words, but of course I was far more the lucky one. And the written words above explain why. For almost 95 years.

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