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There was a little girl born on November 17th in the year the Beatles arrived in America and Cassius Clay became Mohammed Ali. She was a chunky little thing that slid out of her mother’s womb with a shock of red hair on top of her head and chubby cheeks that soon would be dotted with freckles. Her father focused on this little girl and—even though he already had a four-year-old daughter and a two-year-old son he loved like nothing he had ever loved before—this little girl grabb...

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This is Dad's eulogy, as shared by us three siblings--myself, my sister Amy and my brother Warren--at dad's funeral on April 19, 2015. We all stood before the podium, reading the parts like a script. We hope we made dad proud. WARREN Our dad died last Tuesday, April 14, 2015, at approximately 11:30 a.m.  We will miss him forever.  He was a great dad.  He provided us with a nurturing loving mom, a secure financial situation and a stable life. His advice through the years, wheth...

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*This is the final of four essays dealing with the death of a parent       As many of you know from my previous blog posts, my father elected to go off dialysis since his quality of life was poor while on it. Through diet and a doctor willing to skirt protocol, he managed to delay starting dialysis for a couple of years. But when the time came when his body could no longer fend off toxins through good diet and good luck, he started the life preserving measure two days each week. ...

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*This is the third of four essays dealing with the death of a parent As the Elton John song goes, sorry seems to be the hardest word. But I'm beginning to believe the hardest word is goodbye. How do I say goodbye to my father who was the first to see me when I was born, who has loved me unconditionally, and who made me feel safe in an unsafe world? Grief is a response to a loss. The loss of a person we’ve grown attached to and relied upon. Perhaps the loss of someone who failed to live u...

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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 ...

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