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Robert Goldstein
September 15th, 1929 - October 5th, 2024
September 15th, 1929 - October 5th, 2024
Robert Goldstein, a beloved grandfather and cherished member of his community, passed away peacefully in his sleep on Saturday, October 5th, at his home. He was 95 years old.
A lifelong tennis enthusiast, Robert could often be found either on the court or watching matches. His love for the game reflected his active spirit. You could also find him working out at his gym, or walking to a nearby restaurant.
He was also a self-proclaimed “political science junkie,” spending countless hours reading and engaging in political discourse, and always current with the news.
One of his favorite pastimes was completing The New York Times crossword puzzles, an activity that sharpened his already quick wit and boundless intellect.
He was predeceased by his beloved wife, Helen, whom he lost to Lewy Body Dementia in 2020, a heartache he bore with strength and grace. Their love story was one of dedication and resilience, and her memory remained close to his heart.
He was a devoted grandfather to his two grandchildren, Kristina and Ryon, who were his greatest pride and joy. His bond with them was filled with wisdom and endless love, and they will carry his legacy with them always.
During his career, he took great pride in his work as a financial officer. He greatly enjoyed designing systems, and helping guide those he oversaw. After retirement he became active in the homeowners association at 464 Prospect.
Robert and Helen moved to La Jolla from Miami in 2000 to be close to his daughter Joan Graf, who passed away in 2001 after a long battle with cancer.
Robert is survived by his two grandchildren and will be dearly missed by all who knew him.
A private memorial will be held online, as per his wishes, allowing family and friends to come together and celebrate his remarkable life.
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Resting Place
Miramar National Cemetery
Section M, Row 1, SITE 138 • 32.87071609, -117.18962302
Tributes
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Jonathan Levy
I only spoke to Bob 3 times in my life. The first time was on July 2, 2017, 11 days after my father passed away. He called to express his condolences. He and my father, Jordan Levy, were college roommates (I presume UPenn) and apparently remained friends ever since. Bob first left me a message, stating his name but then quickly saying "although your father called me Trebor Nietsdlog"! He said that all 3 times we spoke. (As a teenager my Dad apparently liked to call his close friends by their names spelled backwards...and he, of course, was 'Nadroj Yvel")! I didn't know much about Bob, who my father would every once in awhile refer to as his 'friend in California' (we live in Maryland). I never even saw any pictures of him or them. But the few times we spoke, he was kind, gracious and asked about me and my family. We briefly discussed his family, including the heartache of caring for his wife before she passed. My father went through a similar experience with my Mom. I quickly realized that Bob was very much like my Dad - kind, considerate, caring and good (and boy did he love tennis!). I checked in with Bob in February, 2020 and then again in November, 2022 (his message back said he was on the way to the gym!!). He said his name backwards each time we spoke. Today (4/15/2026) I happened to be looking at my saved messages on my cell phone. I have to clear them out from time to time. But the 3 messages from Bob will always remain there. A connection to my Dad, and the memory of a few brief communications with a very considerate man. I looked him up and unfortunately found this site. I am so glad that Bob and my father became friends and remained that way til the end. I will always cherish those 3 conversations. May Bob's memory be for a blessing. Jonathan Levy (the son of Nadroj Yvel)
Rick Hinds
How did you meet Robert?
I met Uncle Robert when I married his niece, Ann Kerman. We became friends (I truly cherished that friendship) over the years as I learned what a kind, considerate and caring man he was. I always remember him with my daughters, how patient and thoughtful he was with them, as he was with all the grand nieces and nephews. Uncle Robert served his God, his country and, most importantly, his family with honor, dignity and respect. This world could use a few million more Uncle Roberts. May his memory be forever a blessing.
Mary Lou Williams

Charles W. Kerman






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My name is Charles Walter Kerman. My mother was June Ruth Kerman, née Goldstein, Rob’s big sister. My middle name honors my grandfather, Walter Herman Goldstein, who passed away a year before I was born. Uncle Rob once joked, “Max and June were wise not to name me Walter Herman Kerman.” Here are a few random recollections of mine: Uncle Robert was tall, though not quite as tall as Ryon. As a child, I was amused by his playful antics, like when he would walk into the Kerman's playroom and hiding his hand behind his head, he would slap the lintel feigning the pain of a collision. I was convinced he was a giant. Later, though still a small boy, I took pleasure in watching the street-sweeper truck drive up the street. Uncle Robert, in his characteristically thoughtful way, made a magical promise to me and through diligence, love and seeking, found the perfect toy replica (see the picture). I cherished the toy and the favor; neither of us ever forgot the seeking nor the gifting. Robert’s children, Alan and Joan, were more of his gifts to the world. Alan, a brilliant and troubled soul, and Joan, a kind and gentle spirit. I miss them both. Uncle Robert, You now rest in peace. You will always be an inspiration. With love, CW.
Mark Williams




What lesson(s) did Robert teach you?
My name is Mark Williams I am Aunt Helen and Uncle Bob’s nephew from Maryland. A few years back right after the passing of my Aunt Helen Uncle Bob surprised me with a phone call. After catching up with everything going on in my life Uncle Bob explained that the reason he contacted me was to express how important family values meant to him and that we need to cherish how precious life is. After that call I kept in touch with Uncle Bob mostly via email where I would send photos of my daughters graduations as well as pictures of our vacations and holidays. I would just like to say that if I had to describe Uncle Bob in two words it would be a “gentle soul”. He will be missed by many and may he rest in peace.
Bhavia Wagner


I first met my Uncle Robert when he was 74 years old at his grandson Ryon’s graduation from high school in 2004 in La Jolla, California. I was friends with Robert’s daughter Joanie (my cousin and mother of Ryon and Kristina). Uncle Robert’s first wife, Trudy Hartstirn, was my dad’s sister. Uncle Robert took an interested in my work in Cambodia and we became friends after that. He would send me articles about Cambodia that were published in the New York Times and we would email or chat on the phone - sometimes about world affairs or politics, but mostly about our favorite topic: how his grandchildren, Ryon and Kristina, were doing. They were the joy of his senior years. Uncle Robert had a very successful career in finance at Abraham and Strauss, one of the largest department stores in New York City. He told me that if he could do his life over he would have liked to work for the US Foreign Service which places professionals in US Embassies around the world. He had an interest in international work and a kind heart. He was very supportive of his niece Sarah Baird’s nonprofit organization Let There Be Light International which has helped 1.2 million people in off-grid Africa to gain access to solar energy in their homes and health clinics. Sarah is married to Ben Kerman (Robert sister’s June’s son). He also supported my humanitarian aid non-profit organization, Friendship with Cambodia. The note he sent with his first donation in 2008 said “This donation is for a cow in memory of Joan Graf.” A cow helps a family out of poverty, because they can sell her calf each year. He supported women’s micro-credit, flood relief, and a girl living in rural poverty to get a high school education. In the following years, he helped three disadvantaged young women graduate from university. He was very generous. Uncle Robert was born in 1929, the first year of the Great Depression, which lasted for 10 years. He was 10 years old when World War II started. He was 21 years old when the Korean War started and he served as a first lieutenant in the US Airforce, based in the US. He was 46 when the Vietnam War started. These are some of the tragic major world events that impacted his life. Uncle Robert didn’t have an easy life. His first marriage to Gertrude (Trudy) Hartstirn, ended in divorce when their children Alan and Joan were young. In spite of a stormy marriage, Uncle Robert supported Trudy for the rest of her life, until she passed in 2020. Fortunately, he had a happy second marriage with Helen. I remember the first time I visited Uncle Robert and Aunt Helen in their apartment in La Jolla. It was beautiful and I thought it looked like pictures in a magazine. Helen proudly showed me the bathroom sink, which she said was designed by someone famous and I indiscreetly said, “It looks like a fish tank.” Fortunately, I did not say that their adorable little dog with long flowing white hair looked just like my mom’s dust mop. I really enjoyed Helen. Tragically, Uncle Robert’s son Alan died young, at age 27, from an aneurysm. He lost his daughter Joan in 2001 to breast cancer when she was around 41 years old. These heart-breaking losses weighed heavily on him. Helen, passed in 2020, which was also very hard on him. He always made a point of remembering Alan, Joan, and Helen and visited the cemetery on their birthdays. Family was very important to him. I knew Uncle Robert during the last 21 years of his life. He had many attributes that I really admire. He was very kind, especially to his family. When Joan was struggling with breast cancer he and Helen moved from Florida to La Jolla, California so they could live near Joan and her children and be supportive. He was a generous humanitarian, non-judgmental, positive, and enthusiastic. He always made well-deserved glowing comments about his grandchildren, Kristina and Ryon. He was very proud of their academic achievements, numerous talents including athletics, and their successful careers. And he was proud of them being good kind people. Both Ryon and Kristina did such a beautiful job of supporting and caring for their Grandma Trudy and Grandpa Robert in their final years. Of all my four aunts and four uncles, I was closest to Uncle Robert. I feel so fortunate to have had a brief conversation with him on the phone about a week before he passed and was able to tell him that I loved him and he said “I love you.” Those words capture all that really matters in life; they will be with me forever. Bless his soul. He will always live in our hearts. Love to all of you, Bhavia Wagner (my birth name: Carol Hartstirn) Photos: Robert (Bob) Goldstein and Gertrude (Trudy) Hartsirn’s wedding with Bhavia’s mother Emily Hartstirn as the maid-of-honor and Robert’s brother-in-law Max Kerman as the best man. Ryon Graf’s high school graduation photo: Robert Goldstein (grandfather), Barbara Burton (step-mother), Ryon Graf, Kristina Graf, Roy Graf (father), Trudy Hart (grandmother).
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