Over the last few days memories of Allen keep floating in and out of daily life activities. Remembering waiting in the school bus line with Allen and Harold, playing at each other's homes, sharing Shabbat. Our families were closely intertwined until our teens when Allen, Harold, Reuven and Esther moved to Arizona. We lived what we were: one family. Our Mother was Allen's Mother's sister. Thinking back on all the laughter, realizing that in Allen's early years he had to overcome many challenges and was determined to be his own man and enjoy independence in every way. I can see now that so much of the humor actually masked more 'hurt' in his life than we really knew. His ability to reach out to others with compassion and understanding was clearly a result of his own journey. In later years we lost contact and I regret that. Today I realized that I have cousins that I don't even know. Our family overcame great obstacles to come to America and make a better life for the children and grandchildren. I am deeply appreciative for the loving memories that Harold and Allen gave me and hope to live in such a way to keep those memories alive. It's comforting to think of Allen with his Mother, father, Harold, and my Mother and father and Hershel too - they are surrounding Allen with love, peace and of course, laughter. Those of us who have been lucky enough to know Allen are much better because we knew him - he made us realize an essential truth: 'don't settle for less-alway reach for the gold ring, that way the brass ring will be within reach!' Thank you Allen for being in my life and for your life example!