Barbara Weinberg Berman

Barbara told me her happiest memory was of the week she spent with me at the beach in Belmar when she was a young teen. She said I treated her like a grown-up and she felt so confident and pretty. I remember how cute she looked in her two-piece and how I envied her figure and the attention she was getting from all the boys. I'm so glad we shared that vacation. I love you, Barb, and I'll miss you. See you in Heaven. Give Grandpa Harry a kiss from me. Now he has his lovely scrambled eggs baby...