Irving was my father's friend & accountant for many years.
He liked to say he "knew me before I was born."
He bought my brother and I pet turtles when we were little.
Sometimes he would pick us up from parochial school in his big car.
This morning I decided to stop by his place, because I hadn't been by in a while.
I found the gates down.
The man in the cafe next door told me he passed away.
Hopefully he and daddy are chatting about the old days.


I hope they are chatting, too....
Posted by: Marcia | 09/29/2009 at 07:28 PM