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*This is the second of four essays dealing with the death of a parent

Dad was born on June 25, 1933. The second son of David and Shirley Lewis and younger brother to Hartley. He ran track excelling at the hundred meters. When his father went bankrupt he put himself through school and studied numbers. He went from being an accountant with an office in the basement of our Long Island home to running a multimillion-dollar hotel and apartment conglomeration. He went from being the son of a man who lost everything to a man who was valued at seven figures. My father's life has always been about numbers.

It was numbers that introduced him to his wife, Beverly. They met when he was a treasurer and she was a banker. Together they would structure multimillion-dollar deals. One of the greatest introductions in the history of the world, Beverly stuck by his side to care for him, to struggle with him, to love him unconditionally.

When Dad knew he would have to go from two days of dialysis to three days he said enough. He has chosen quality-of-life over longevity of life. He has chosen when his number is up. He will be having his last dialysis in a few days.

He loves books. Probably read tens of thousands during his lifetime. WWII fascinates him. He watches the stock market closely. He binges on the many seasons of his favorite shows. He keeps dollar bills in his car so when he sees a homeless person on the street he stops and gives him money.

He has 3 grandsons and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins by blood and marriage.

He is a proud and humble man. Probably not wanting me to share how generous and thoughtful he really is, but his generosity is his very own poorly kept secret. He gives money to those who need help, his time to those who need a friend, and his ear to those who need to be heard.

Dad's life has always been about numbers. But his greatest number will always be three. He has three children, Amy, Warren and myself. Even though he believes he isn’t the greatest father in the history of the world, he is wrong. He is wildly proud of our accomplishments, deeply saddened when we stumble and always available to pick us up.

Dad’s life is about numbers in many ways. His greatest number will always be three.