Dear Papa ~ While I am inconsolable at the loss of you, what comes fast behind is a flood-tide of gratitude for the incalculable loving acts you bestowed upon us all. My heart and mind are filled with a patchwork quilt of precious memories floating, dancing upon the heavenly clouds carrying you to Heaven ... especially flashes of the early years ~ the splendiferous birthday parties, the warm twinkling Christmases and magical Christmas morns at 520, the perfectly chosen gifts, the bike rides in Central Park, the car
trips to Jones Beach (in the blue Ford), the years at 130 E. 94th St. (with Lala & Aunt Min upstairs!), the Christmas parties
across the street at Rollo Thompson's townhouse, with our dear friends the Acevedos, dinners at The Cattleman (riding
shotgun on the horse-drawn carriage!), Lonchamps, Chinese
dinners at Tin Tsen at 125th street, XMAS luncheons at The House of Morgan Bank (wax-paper wrapped turkey sandwiches) & visits with Santa, your famous liverwurst sandwiches and listening to sound effect records, our birthday party at the NYPD Police Academy, countless rounds of golf (and countless strokes!) with you and your dearest friend Clinton Smullyan, your sweet goodnight lullaby singing to us ... the memories are endless ~ as is our LOVE for you. You shall never really leave us ... you are with us now as ever, increasingly so. You taught us so much ! We are grateful beyond words to both you and Franny ... We shall be with you again ... and soon. I miss you so very, very much ~ I LOVE YOU with my whole heart ... and I always will.
ALL MY LOVE, YOUR LOVING SON, DAVID XXXXXOOOOO