My very first memory is the blizzard of 1980 and my then 14-year-old uncle–who was larger than life–“throwing” me in snowbanks and playing with me for what felt like hours. Not a single bad memory with you in the intervening 40 years. Concerts, vacations, the lake, the shore, Giants games, bar hopping or just watching an old film.

You were fun, funny, kind, inquisitive, brave, a cancer survivor and above all a good man. Your friends, siblings, nieces, nephews but most of all your wife and kids miss you fiercely because you loved them all so well…