Where do I start…Jay was an immigrant boy whose parents survived the holocaust. Subjected to 5 years of work camps and ultimately sent to Auschwitz for extermination, a miracle they lived through the horror of disease, malnutrition and cold winters in nothing but pajamas. Yet they found each other after the war, married and created Jay. It was his parent’s experience that guided Jay his whole life. To survive, take care of others and make the world a safer place.
I met Jay on a blind date in Brooklyn, he was confident, almost cocky, with a great sense of humor. Although his degree was in Electrical Engineering, Jay opted to go into the Safety field and received a Masters from NYU. Throughout his career at the Army Corp of Engineers, the NYC School Construction Authority, Hamon, Hill and finally the NJ School Development Authority, Jay established and enhanced each Safety program ensuring on the job injuries were avoided.
Throughout our 48 years of married life Jay was a true partner. He was proud of me, my career, encouraging me to travel and live life even though that wasn’t his thing. Jay enjoyed being around the house, working on home improvement projects, fixing cars, building birdhouses, making me happy. He once said that he was the bird that builds the nest while it’s mate flies off to wander around. We made a great team because we respected each other’s needs.
I loved taking photos and Jay was the best sport, posing for me despite the ridiculous positions or props I made him hold. I’d post those silly photos on Facebook and no one could believe he did it willingly. I even called him Princess which was his caller ID, he in turn listed me as Mean Girl with a Darth Vader ringtone. I’ll miss that playful spirit the most.
Jay was a protector, before he left us he ensured his work team was taken care of, his family brought together and I was looked after. He was so proud of his nephew’s successes, and talk daily with his Brother Les and Sister Rochelle. Jay knew it all regardless of subject, from cars to politics to punchlines. He was the smartest man I know, never at a loss for words or making friends, always sharing his tools and knowledge. Jay was truly special.
In the early days of our marriage we couldn’t see wasting a lot of money on a new car. I would find a Porsche, Jaguar, Mercedes, BMW, Saab or other exotic vehicle and Jay maintained it while we drove around in style. Within a few years we sold the car and made a profit. Soon after we managed to buy a summer house in Barnegat. As two kids growing up in Brooklyn it was unheard of to own a waterfront house, let alone bayfront. It was summer weekends spent at the Jersey shore that brought a new dimension to our lives. Jay loved to have family and friends over and take them out on his water toys.
The dream was to retire at the shore and enjoy the new waterfront home we built.
The docks were installed, the boat on order and retirement papers submitted. Sadly Jay never got to use the boat or retire, cancer is a devastating disease.
My partner in life, my husband for 48 years, the man who was always there is now gone. The heavens cried on June 22 as Jay took his last breathe and the rain started.
Jacob Moneta was predeceased by his parents Harry and Helen Moneta and brother-in-law Arie Seidler. Jay is survived by his wife Karmela, Brother Les Moneta, wife Rochelle and nephews Hunter and Alex; Brother Mace Moneta and wife Barbara; Sister Rochelle Moneta; Nephews Daniel Seidler and wife Meredith, their children Estee and Bodie; Michael Seidler and his children Sophia and Toby; Sister-in-law Bonnie Seidler; Nieces Jessica and Greg Belot and her children Claudia and Noah; Alyson and Scott Gutmanstein and children Ben and Alec and Mikelle and David Kirschner and children Chloe, Camryn and Cooper.
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