8 thoughts on “Wayne Dosick, San Diego’s Longest Serving Rabbi, Dead at 77”

  1. I met Wayne as colleague when he taught Judaism courses at USD. His enthusiasm was infectious and we became friends. He was a noble man with an enormous heart. His warmth touched so many people. His passing is such a loss. I am honored to have known him.

  2. Rabbi Wayne Dosick was a voice of faith and reason and a steady, menschy force in a challenging, beautiful, frustrating, confusing world. He always made you THINK and GROW and BELIEVE. A Chicago native transplant like my family and me, i’m so grateful he and i crossed paths in San Diego. The world is a lesser place without him. The World To Come has gained a most righteous spiritual spark!

  3. At almost 81, there are many years to look back and many stories to be told. This particular story is for Beth Am and all who have ever been touched by it and for all who ever in the future are fortunate enough to enter the wonderful place that has been was so magically built from the ground up by improbable history.
    A while ago you took my wife Sheila and son Matthew to the sanctuary to show them our names on the founders plaque. A most kind and gracious act on your part, but even you don’t know much of the story.
    Most of what isnt known is what this letter is about. While I am still able to tell the story I must do it. Parts are painful to tell, much of it is joyous and a testament to the incredible humanity of the major players, and, I am not speaking about myself, I was a bit player in a saga that spans decades and continents. My name is just a place holder for those who made this amazing story happen.
    How did it happen that this couple, who in all candor didn’t even know that such an honorarium would be bestowed upon them, no big donations, no assistance with regular activities, not even attendees of services. The story unfolds with twists and turns that would challenge the best of fiction writers, reality be damned.
    In Brooklyn (where else) lived Zigmund ( Ziggy) Sabo and his wonderful wife Gisela (Gizzy) survivors of Auschwitz ( so much to tell about that part of their lives but not here). Four daughters, 2 babies, a middle child and the eldest Sheila. The irresistable Sheila married me into this incredible family.
    . How Sheila got here is a saga in and of itself. Born in Prague in 1946 a mere 15 months after the end of the war. She spent her baby years in of all places Degendorf Germany in a dp camp. The family fled the Russian occupation in the middle of the night with baby Sheila’s mouth taped for the quiet needed to reach the “safety” of a German dp camp. It would be 2 years before the family would see the lady with the torch before docking at Ellis island.
    Jumping way ahead, we met in Brooklyn, dated, married, and as most couples we rode the bumps and bends of life winding up in suburban New Jersey along with our amazing son Matthew.
    Ziggy a quiet refined master tailor and Gizzy an incomparable chef, hostess and a force of nature now had school age daughters and Sheila and her family just finishing and moving into the suburban home. It is early 1972 , Ziggy suffers a massive heart attack. The doctor confronts Sheila and Jay with this reality, “if you want Ziggy to survive you need to move to a warm climate”. We study the alternatives, Florida, LA and the remote outpost San Diego. How we were fortunate enough to choose San Diego is another story, but is key to what became the Beth Am you know today. We left the newly built home in the burbs, never even seeing the lawn seeded, it was march 1972.
    We find ourselves with 2 yr old Matthew in this enchanting city that most people wouldn’t be able to pick out on a color coded map. Ziggy spends the winter of 1973 with us and in 1974 the Sabo family moves to San Diego.
    The move was in a few words formidable. Neither Ziggy nor Gizzy were drivers, we all had limited means, they were kosher, religious and required to live within walking distance to a synagogue. Looking back I am amazed that we succeeded in accomplishing the impossible. Ziggy and Gizzy spent the best 20 years of their life in this wonderful city.
    In this part of the saga, know that the best of intentions met with the incredible outcome of Beth Am. A little house in Claremont, Via Carancho the first Beth Am was born just down the street. A church shared itself with the tiny Beth Am ( tiny meaning barely able to muster a minion). Ziggy became the self appointed shamus and Gizzy happily hosted all to her incredible personality and of course food nowhere else to be found. Without them there would be no Beth Am, but they were completely immersed in the little congregation. In time there came the first rabbi, Wayne Dosick. Of course he was hosted for months in the bustling Sabo household as the work was being done to grow the community.
    Time moves along, eventually Beth Am gets space in an industrial center in Solana Beach. It was not the Beth Am you know today, but it was a happy place. The magic continues, the Sabo grandson Matthew is one of the first bar mitzvah celebrated at this new Beth Am. To make the day even more memorable it was also the dedication of the Prague Torah, yes from Prague, secured and gifted to Beth Am by rep. Lynn Schenk. Matt was the first to be blessed by that Torah since the war. Ziggy, Gizzy, Sheila and Jay witness history that is beyond what the human mind can imagine.
    Decades rush past, in time Matt meets and marries the wonderful Lara and they settle in San Diego and Beth Am becomes central to their family now blessed with amazing daughters Gabriella and Sydney. Gabi and Syd discover their jewish heritage at Beth Am before even learning their ancestral connection to this wonderful place. You couldn’t script this story, I have lived it and often think I must have been a dream.
    So, if you look at the plaque and see my name, I was a hitchhiker to history. It was Ziggy and Gizzy and Sheila who made this happen. When I see the families and their beautiful happy children bask in the glow of this TEMPLE I see the history that I hope you now appreciate. I have watched my granddaughters and all the other beautiful children come to learn about who they are and enjoy the magic of the Beth Am that graces Carmel Valley. I may be just the place holder on the plaque of founders but my knowledge of how it all came about moved me to share it with all who may be curious as to how this magical place came to be. It was MAGIC, Ziggy and Gizzy Sabo the magicians

  4. I met Wayne playing Little League in 1959.
    He was pitcher and I was his catcher.
    Although we just lived about a half mile away from each other we never went to the same school and never knew for many years what happened to Wayne.
    One day listening to our Rabbi’s sermon, he mentioned his good friend Rabbi Wayne Dosick book he just wrote and spoke a little about it. I turned to my wife and said I know Wayne Dosick and she said she did too. She went to Jewish summer camp with him. Shortly after she went to a presentation and he was there. Back home in Chicago .
    When I came to pick her up he ran out to great me.
    Like I was his best friend. We talked for awhile and he told how much he enjoyed playing Little League with me.
    He was so kind he made me feel real good . H’Sheim guided him to become a Rabbi. He was perfect for that
    Profession. I would run into him several times when he came home to Chicago. I know he will be missed by who ever he touched. May he be blessed forever.

  5. It went to the same high school and schule as Wayne. So sorry to hear of his passing.
    May his memory be for a blessing.

  6. I’m grateful to have had close connection with Rabbi Dosick in San Diego back when I lived there. He was a big influence in my life on so many levels. I will never forget him.

  7. In his youth, Rabbi Wayne, z’l, had been a member of my parents’ shul—Rabbi Samuel and Sheba Penner, z’l. My father would have been so delighted by and appreciative of the life R’ Wayne (z’l) crafted, deepened, expanded. He will be deeply missed, both by those closest to him who shared his life, and by the community he served with skill and caring.
    May this soul be bound up in the Bond of Life, shared with those who have served valiantly and gone before him.
    Amen.

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