Service Information Mount Sinai Simi Valley - Kamenir Chapel
Service Date: Friday April 15th, 2016
Service Time: 12:30 pm
Mount Sinai Simi Valley - Kamenir Chapel
6150 Mount Sinai Drive
Simi Valley, CA 93063
April 15, 2016
This is in honor to my friend Stuart. Not just my friend, my best friend. Any of us who knew Stuart would sense from the very first he would become one of our closest friends. He was sweet, sensitive, sincere, loving, kind – loyal to a fault. There are not enough adjectives to describe the kind of guy he was. Stuart would give you the shirt off his back if he knew you needed it. Stuart and I go a long way back to the beginning of our friendship in Brooklyn, NY, in the 40s and 50s. We were chums at Lafayette High School and hung out together with a group of other close friends. Sid Cohen, Ron Appel, Marty Elisasberg: names that may ring a bell with some of you who have known Stuart for a longer time. Stuart was the glue that stuck us all together. We were all young and full of ourselves; As Stuart would remind me some years later, we thought then that we would own the world. Older and wiser now, perhaps we were a little too optimistic. But looking back, I’m sure he would agree we put one hell of a dent in the fabric of life. We played sports together; chased girls together, fraternized together, and just had a great time as carefree teenagers. I also have great memories of Stuart’s Mom and Dad and his sister Hope. They were a great family and very supportive of each other and our friendship. And, of course, there’s his wonderful wife Marilyn and the family they raised. Sadly, we went our separate ways after high school, moving onto different paths that led us to different careers and distant places. He and Marilyn eventually settled in California. My wife, Evie, and I located to Michigan and then onto Las Vegas in our retirement. Even apart over many years, the glue stuck. We exchanged telephone calls now and then and when my wife and I moved west even closer contact and visits. Somewhere there’s a divine hand in play that gave he and I one last chance to say goodbye. We spoke by phone last week. It was a chance contact. He had intended to dial someone else, but hit my phone number instead. We spoke of family, our common ailments, and the physical challenges ahead. When he hung up I had a feeling that we both knew time was growing short. Life is wondrous. It’s not only the passage of time and the end of days. It’s the encounters along the way that makes the journey memorable. There is an indelible mark that Stuart left in the span of my lifetime for which I will be forever grateful. Shalom, my friend. Rest in peace.