Bill Gould wrote 'David passed away yesterday. The funeral service will be Friday at Shalom Memorial Park at 11:00 - graveside service. There will be an obituary in the Tribune probably on Wednesday. I likely would have more information as it becomes available if anyone wants to contact me.'
Dave lived a block from me when we were at 74 Central Avenue. I live about five minutes from Shalom and have nothing much on the schedule tomorrow morning at 11:00. I'd like to be a part of a minyan if one is being gathered. Please let me hear from you with details.
Dave lived a block from me when we were at 74 Central Avenue. I live about five minutes from Shalom and have nothing much on the schedule Friday morning at 11:00. I'd like to be a part of a minyan if one is being gathered. Please let me hear from you with details.
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David Zuckert of Orland Park (formerly Palatine), age 76. Beloved husband of the late Joyce, nee Stone; loving father of Jay (Susan) Zuckert and Brett (Xia) Zuckert; loving grandfather of Simon, Sydney, Adam, Emma, and Selah; dear brother of Michael (Catherine) Zuckert, Lisa Skolnik and Curt (Andrea) Zuckert; devoted son of the late Sol (Dorothy) Zuckert and Cele Green. Avid reader, Scrabble and puzzle lover, English educator, and insurance broker. Graveside services Friday, December 3rd, 11 AM at Shalom Memorial Park, Rand Rd and Rte 53 in Arlington Heights. Funeral can also be viewed online via David’s webpage at www.mitzvahfunerals.com. Contributions in David’s name to the American Kidney Fund www.kidneyfund.org or Seasons Hospice www.seasons.org would be appreciated. Info Mitzvah Memorial Funerals, 630-MITZVAH 630-648-9824
Today I want to the graveside funeral of Dave Zuckert.
Davey Zuckert had lived a block away from me in high school days in a riparian home (a HUMUNGOUS mansion) at the foot of Laurel Street in Highland Park, Illinois. Our house was a relatively small one (three bedrooms and three and a half baths) a block to the north at 74 Central right across from Central Park. Dave was born on the exact same day I was: August 18, 1945 - maybe even in the same Michael Reese Hospital at 29th + Ellis. For all I know, we may have shared cribs next to one another. The both of us had Labrador retrievers, but his was black and mine was chocolate brown. Dave was in none of my classes, but he was no dummy. Like over 95% of my H.S. graduating class, he went on to higher education. He ended up graduating from Southern Illinois University and earned his M.A. from Northern Illinois University spending his career as an educator in the Chicago northwest suburbs not far from where I now live. And until his kidneys gave out a couple of years ago necessitating he move into the home of one of his sons for care and 3x/week dialysis, he lived just unbeknownst a few miles away from me in the north edge of Arlington Heights.
No one else from 58 years ago when we graduated from H.P.H.S. was there - hardly a surprise. But his whole family showed up for the graveside service in 45 degree weather with a dank wind howling in from the west. My wife, Beth, and I sat there shivering even though we were bundled up. The sons sitting right in front of us looked uncannily like their father, and the grandsons did too: tall, bespectacled, heavy set and broad shouldered. Everybody there had a gray or black SUV except me with my red Tesla. It was okay, however.
Dave's life was a productive one. Remembering him as a teenager, I don't know if I would have expected him to have achieved the obvious success that he had. I was pleased to have learned that he had done well with his time.
