Farewell
1928 - 2013
It seems like a long time since last summer when he was first diagnosed with cancer. After a hard-fought battle, my father passed away in January.
I had been making trips back and forth to New York for the past six months. As his disease progressed and I knew time was growing short, I made more frequent trips. In January I made the last trip.
My father loved old movies, in particular westerns. He loved Jeopardy and other game shows. He loved to travel. He loved that he was Hungarian. He loved his work. But most of all, he loved his family.
Farewell, Daddy, you are loved and missed.
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