I actually ran this column a few years back as a Father\u2019s Day salute. It\u2019s about my father-in-law - Moshe Berkovitch. My father-in-law died Saturday morning, two months after celebrating his 100th birthday. Grandpa Moshe lived on Kibbutz Nir David in Israel and was still active, alert, involved, concerned with the state of the world and ready to offer his opinion on how to fix things if only you\u2019d listen. I did listen. So did my son and daughter. This was a guy worth listening to. Moshe may well be one of the most intelligent men I\u2019ve ever met \u2014 and he was a man\u2019s man. To his last day, people listened to his sage advice. Hard working all his life, his measure of any person \u2014 man or woman \u2014 was simple: Do they get up for work in the morning? He didn\u2019t care how much money you have. That meant nothing. He didn\u2019t care how many degrees you\u2019ve earned. This was often just silliness. He didn\u2019t care if you had a title. He was not swayed by your \u201cstatus.\u201d Moshe was more impressed by callused hands, than by cash in the bank. He was impressed by work. Work determined his life, and work determined his view of the world. He worked first as a fine carpenter, then as a farmer, and later as a small engine repair man until he was 91 years old. When finally told to slow down, he expressed concern he wasn\u2019t carrying his weight in the community. He came by his manliness honestly. Moshe was born in Hancewicze, Poland. When he was just a child, his father died and Moshe began working in the pine forests that supplied material for a local turpentine factory. A child! He grew up in a home with no floor. In harsh winters, the children in his family slept on top of the cook stove in order to stay warm. His mother struggled to keep the family together. Moshe, still a child, helped keep them fed. Moshe was the \u201cman of the house\u201d before he even reached puberty. With no time for school, he educated himself \u2014 reading and retaining. There was simply no time or money for formal education. He worked. Moshe worked until the Nazis conquered Poland and the extermination of the Jews began in earnest. His younger brother Yoel slipped off to fight with underground, joining the partisans in the forests. Moshe escaped across the border and joined the Russian Army to fight the Nazis. While the two boys were off fighting in the war effort, the Nazis took over Hancewicze and within days murdered every Jewish man, woman and child in the small city \u2014 including his mother (my wife Dina\u2019s grandmother \u2014 after whom she is named) and every other member of the family. The extent of this slaughter became even more real not too long ago when my wife was given a family photo she hadn\u2019t known existed. It was the first time she had ever seen a photo of her grandmother \u2026 ever! Almost every person in the photo had been killed by the Nazis \u2014 except Moshe and Yoel. My wife\u2019s paternal grandmother was 55 years old when the Nazis shot her and dumped her in a ditch. Only Moshe and his brother survived. Almost every other Jew in Hancewicze had been killed. Moshe got a job as a carpenter along the Russian railroad. He was very skilled and much in demand. He managed to build his own home, marry and have a couple kids, all the while planning how he would escape the Soviet Union and move his family to Israel. Israel, he reasoned, was the only safe place in the world for Jews. When he had saved and squirreled enough away, he walked away from his home outside of Moscow with family in tow. They took a \u201cvacation\u201d in Warsaw before slipping away to Vienna and then on to Israel. He settled his family in a farming community, and went to work. He worked every day of his life from that point on until he had to slow down few years back. In the offing, his only son died in the 1973 war. His daughters and granddaughter gave him and his wife Tamara a passel of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, (one named after his hero uncle.) Despite it all, despite the Nazis, the slaughter of his family in Poland, the pain of losing a son, the separation from some of his children and grandchildren \u2026despite it all, Moshe remained a man who measured and weighed every person by the work they did, not by the wealth they brought to the table. He railed against injustice. Not the injustices that had been done him, but the continuing injustice he saw in the world. He still had optimistic hopes for the world in which he lived, and still believed in humanity \u2014 despite the fact that humanity had turned its back on him so often, and so cruelly. Moshe was a man\u2019s man \u2014 and worthy of a nod of recognition. The world would be better off if there were more fathers like him.