They Called Him Al

He wrote doggerel, they said at his funeral on Sunday: a poem every day and for every occasion. He was born Abraham but everyone called him Al. Immigrated to America in 1923, the youngest boy of seven children. He and my father were  friends and members of the greatest generation. He served our country in World War II and the Korean War as a Navy Lieutenant. Although he lived to the age of 96 his last years were clouded by dementia. The sketch is from a photo displayed at his funeral and I will always remember him: young, strong, swimming laps in a pool. Rest in peace, Al. 


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12 responses to “They Called Him Al”

  1. memadtwo says :

    Wonderful memorial Nina. RIP Al.


  2. memadtwo says :

    Such a great guy. Nothing like our dads (and that generation). Seriously good men.


  3. Laura (Createarteveryday) says :

    Nice tribute to Al, Nina.


  4. memadtwo says :

    It was a great funeral, actually. A wonderful violinist played Bach and Gershwin. And 96 is a pretty good age to reach, right?


  5. Jodi says :

    I can feel your love for Al in your sketch and his eyes. How beautiful Nina!


  6. Cathe says :

    What a thoughtful and lovely way to remember Al… Abraham.


  7. D.S. says :

    This is a lovely tribute to Al. 🙂


  8. Sharon Mann says :

    A thoughtful memory Nina. Thanks for sharing.


  9. Teresa Robeson says :

    I’m so sorry for your loss of a dear family friend, Nina.


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