Family Memories

Eve’s speech delivered at Shele’s Memorial – January 9th 2011

The French Philosopher Voltaire once said: “tears are the silent language of

How many tears have been shed, as we grieved the loss of Shele and
digested the shockingly new reality that she will never be with us again?
Like many other people, I must confess that I have not had an easy time with
Shele’s passing. The year has passed with a blur and I am still in disbelief.  I
keep thinking to myself that Shele will walk through that door, dressed in
one of her gorgeous, designer outfits and I’ll once again hear her cheerful
voice and contagious laugh or just hug the sister I loved more than words
can say.  I know that will never be.

Shele clearly made an indelible mark on so many lives.  But who was Shele
Danishefsky Covlin?  Shele was a beautiful, loving, warm and
compassionate person, with so much to offer the world. She was an
extraordinary daughter, sister, relative and friend, and above all she was a
mother par excellence, to her darling children.

Shele had an incredible inner strength and fortitude, which perhaps stemmed
from a series of unfortunate accidents starting with serious burns she
sustained as a 3 years old, when an urn of boiling water fell on top of her.  A
few years later, she fell into a pit, during summer camp, requiring stitches in
her head. Then she was bitten by our dog in the face! Several years later, she
ran into a plate glass window at a friend’s home.  She fought her way
through all of these experiences and although scarred externally, she would
not allow these injuries to stop her from living a vibrant, active life.
Shele was incredibly determined!

I remember a number of instances where I was prepared to accept “no” but she would
have no part of it. On a trip to Israel one year, our tour was scheduled to stop and
sightsee in a country, considered dangerous at that time.  Both of us wanted to change
our itinerary, but I didn’t want to upset the status quo. Shele had other ideas! She sprung
into action and launched a series of telephone calls, in both English and Hebrew and made
alternative arrangements for us, deviating from the tour. We spent extra time in the
south – then traveled to Jerusalem and spent the day with a private tour guide who
took us to places like Kever Rachel – the Tomb of Rachel – and the Mt. of Olives
where several family members are buried.  I will never forget that experience.
That of course was Shele.  She immediately took charge of the situation, and at that
time, all without the help of the internet or an iPhone!

Shele was a natural born leader and exhibited these characteristics at the
young age. When she was about 10 or 12 years old, out of the blue, she
decided to produce a play.  She wrote a script and speaking parts for the
family members who wanted to participate and we rehearsed it for a week.
Mom invited the extended family to attend our debut matinee, the following
Sunday afternoon.  Shele arranged the chairs in the backyard in a very
organized fashion, and the show was ready to go on….except for one thing, I
developed terrible stage fright just hours before the guests were due to arrive.
Needless to say, Shele was exasperated, but quickly went into survival mode.
She changed her own script to incorporate my speaking parts, while still
allowing me to participate.  The play ended up being a success, nobody was
the wiser. We received a standing ovation from the family audience!

Perhaps Shele’s leadership qualities may have also stemmed from the fact
that she assumed the role of matriarch of our family, from an early age.
During the times that my mother was ill or unable to fulfill her normal
household duties, Shele substituted perfectly and completed all her
household responsibilities, as Mom would have done.  At times, Shele
prepared and cooked weekday and Sabbath meals, did the family shopping
and looked after the household, all while doing her own job of going to
school, doing her homework and studying for exams.  I believe this
experience also helped to mold Shele into becoming a responsible, able and
nurturing mother-like figure, that we all admired.

Shele was a woman who routinely performed acts of kindness, as if it were
second nature.  These acts were done very quietly and privately.  If she met
someone who was single, she always asked herself, “who do I know for that
person?”  She was forever trying to fix people up and help others to be
happy.   During Shiva, Rabbi Buchwald shared with me a story about
Shele’s charitable nature.  Shele told him that if he knew of anyone that
wanted to attend his organization’s annual dinner but couldn’t afford the admission fee,
to please admit them and she would pay their fee anonymously.

Shele had a tremendous sense of style.  She always looked so elegant and
chic – even on a Sunday afternoon.  Whenever she complimented me on my
dress and appearance, I always felt so good.  A compliment from Shele
was something special to me. We had a running joke in the family that stemmed from one
Thanksgiving Dinner. It was a casual meal and Shele was wearing very stylish flat rubber
soled shes. I add parenthetically, that if you knew Shele, she prided herself on her heels – the
higher the better. However, at this particular dinner, she was in her black patent
leather Tod loafers.  At a certain point in the evening, my dear unassuming husband
commented on her footwear and said – “Nice shoes Shele – they look so practical”.
This didn’t sit well with Shele and she bolted across the room to me and told me
that I must teach my husband a lesson about describing a woman’s shoes and
“practical” was not an apt compliment.  She and I giggled at Marc’s faux
pas and I blamed it on the fact that he was Zimbabwean. What did he know?!

I thought it was very cute when Shele’s daughter became of age and developed
her own opinions on fashion.  She would critique Shele’s attire and
Shele would seriously consider her input and not discount it due to
her young age.  They made a great Mother-Daughter team.
Which brings me to my next point about dear Shele.  She was the
consummate mother.  Everything she did was for her
children and there was no decision made without considering the
ramifications on their lives.  They were her bright light, her joy and she
adored them with every ounce of her being.  She was always trying to
augment her parenting skills, by reading materials printed by experts on the
subject.  She wanted to be the best she could for her little darlings.
In her home she displayed her children’s arts and crafts with pride.  She
hung them on her walls, doors and refrigerator and would share their
creativity with anyone visiting, deriving such joy from the compliments given.

Shele was no pushover when it came to her children’s homework and school
assignments, which she viewed as an essential part of their education.
However, Shele did not believe in “all work and no play”, and she wanted to
balance things out by ensuring the children had an appropriate amount of fun
as well.

In September, 2009 she decided to do something special for the kids
and she took them on a cruise over the Labor Day weekend.  She met
many people on the ship, and in particular she bonded with one woman, with
whom she exchanged email addresses. The woman RSVP’d to this memorial and

“I am so very sorry for your loss.  I met Shele and the kids briefly
while on the Cruise….Needless to say I admired the strength of a
woman in my peer group, putting all her love and energy into
showing her children a magical time.  During the trip our paths
crossed several times and I was so impressed by the warmth and
beauty of the family.”

These comments were the essence of Shele.  A woman with an inextricable
bond with her children, which was transparent to even a stranger.
If you were lucky enough to have Shele as your friend, you know you had
gold.  As her good friend stated, “with Shele, you always knew she had your
back.”  She was loyal as the day is long.  Even when Shele was under duress,
she often would think about someone less fortunate than herself.
I recall at one stressful time at work, but she kept saying how she needed to get out to
Roslyn, NY to visit with a dear friend who was sitting shiva for her mother
who had just passed.  In this case, Shele’s work problem required her undivided
attention, yet the condolence call took priority because she wanted to try ease her friend’s pain.

Shele was a very smart and talented business woman and a Senior Vice President
UBS Securities, where she was a partner with my father and brother.  Shele
joined my dad in the business over 25 years ago, at Merrill Lynch,
and was instrumental in helping to build their business into one of the largest,
most respected franchises at that firm.  Shele really enjoyed interacting with
her clients and she never took those relationships for granted, always
nurturing them in a way only Shele knew how. Shele had diverse interests,
which allowed her to relate to all types of individuals, as reflected in her
client base.  Shele was highly respected by her superiors, peers and
colleagues.  She made a point of remembering everyone’s birthdays at work
and derived joy from surprising them with an ice cream cake, to show them
how much they were appreciated.

Shele had a strong love for music and the arts.  My brothers and I recently
reminisced over how Shele exposed all of us to her tastes in modern music.
When she enjoyed a particular artist, she played it over and over and over
again.  Whether it was the music from “Joseph and the Amazing
Technicolor Dream-coat” or “Elton John’s Captain Fantastic” album.  There was
no way you could live in the house and not hum a few notes of her artist of
choice at that particular time.  Shele certainly helped shape our appreciation
of music to this very day.

Shele really enjoyed live concerts and shows.  I remember when I
first started working with Shele and my father at Merrill Lynch, she asked
me if I wanted to go with her to a concert.  I told her that I couldn’t go because I
was studying for the Series 7 securities exam and needed every
spare moment to prepare myself.  She said, “nonsense!” The concert was three
days before the exam and I had plenty of time.  Shele was very convincing
and I don’t know how many of you experienced this with Shele, but it was
very difficult to say no to her.  Needless to say, I ended up going with her to
the concert, the seats were amazing – 3rd row, center stage.  The concert was
fabulous and of course, Shele was right – I was fine and passed the exam.

Shele was the adventurous type.  She learned to ski late, when she was in
high school, but that was early for our family.  I only learned to ski as an
adult, with my son, and I’m not too sure my brothers ever learned.  Shele also
became a lifeguard in her late teens.  She passed all of the requirements and
worked as a lifeguard at summer camps and our local Y.  These athletic
abilities are really quite astounding, especially in our non athletic family.

She was bright and witty and a delightful person to be around.  If you
were ever down and depressed, a simple phone call from Shele would just
lift your spirits.  As my brother Fred stated, after talking and laughing with
Shele – sometimes over nothing at all, he would feel infinitely better.  She
had a special uplifting effect on people without even knowing it.

I mentioned at the beginning of this speech that we are here to memorialize,
and not eulogize, Shele, but I wanted to close on a personal note and tell you
what I, Shele’s sister, lost on that tragic day.  She was my dearest, closest
confident in the world.  She was my childhood roommate who knew all of
my secrets and personality quirks.  I sought her advice countless times on all
different life issues and I always believed she would be there for me through
thick and thin.

At times I felt helpless in dealing with this tragedy, but I feel blessed to have
a wonderful support system in my husband, son, family and friends.
They have supported and comforted me, during the most difficult time of my

Thank you all for coming out and making this such an extraordinary tribute
to my beautiful sister.

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