
Sima Ilyayeva
Feb 11, 1916 - Jun 06, 1979
11 Sivan 5739

They passed away in different cities and different years:
Daniel Izrailevich on July 25, 1997 in New York, and Sima Anatolyevna on June 6, 1979, in Tashkent. And yet, they remained inseparable—husband and wife, father and mother.
A severe illness and untimely death first took the life of Sima, a joyful and radiant beauty, a hospitable, caring, and infinitely devoted wife and mother—a woman in full bloom.
For eighteen long years, Daniel Izrailevich lived without his beloved wife, surrounded by the love and care of his son Semyon, daughters Rosa, Lyuba, and Lyuda, grandchildren, and daughters-in-law Svetlana and Tanya. Yet in his thoughts and heart, he never parted from her, not even for a moment. He attended the synagogue and prayed for his dear Simochka and for the well-being of his family.
The unceasing pain in his heart burned within him, but he hid it, not wanting to burden his children or those around him. His nobility and wisdom shone through in his modesty, his ability to gently and tactfully guide his children and grandchildren, and his skill in quietly shaping the path of their large family.
The deep and boundless love between Daniil and Sima was evident to everyone. They were so tender and caring toward each other that, even during their lifetime, people affectionately called them "the dove and the dove."
Their strong and loving marriage was an example to both young and old. They were kind and compassionate to their relatives, treated their friends with honesty and warmth, and were deeply respected within their family and community. These values became a lasting tradition in the Ilyaev family. Today, the guiding role—faithfully upholding the legacy and wishes of his parents—has passed to their son, Semyon Danilovich.
Who is to blame for their death, tell me,
Why do they leave so soon?
Dull knives cut through the air,
Leaving me with heavy wounds.
Leaving behind a giant trace,
You rise straight up to the sky.
You seek an answer to things
That never existed in life.
We remember you forever,
Great means truly divine.
For you, all candles are burning,
And slanting rains still cry...
Relatives
Пусть земля будет дорогим нашим ушедшим в мир иной пухом
נהנ ברוח