Rabbi Dr. Chaim Joel Laks, my grandfather, passed away six years ago this past Sunday. He was instrumental in building up the Jewish community in Queens, New York; he was very involved in the start up of a local shul, school and vaad (rabbinic council), and served as a chaplain for many years in the very hospital where he ultimately gave his soul to his Creator, the morning prayer on his lips as he took his final breaths. I recall speaking at his funeral about the impact he made on me. He was a very sophisticated and respected individual, receiving a Ph.D. in philosophy and rabbinic ordination at a very young age. He even had a street named after him.