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I often think of the last car ride we took together on the LIE, you weaving in and out of traffic like a Formula One Racer on the way back from Passover Seder. I've missed introducing you to my wife and daughters, missed seeing if you could have tossed my kids as far across a room as you tossed me as a child (to a soft landing, of course.) Wishing the world had the 50-year-old version of you but grateful for the time we had. Wishing my family members well on this difficult day.