He was born in Cleveland, OH.
At a very young age, he took to playing the drums which later became
his main passion in life. He had a difficult childhood, and spent his teenage years in New York City.
He cleaned up his act when he was living in San Francisco and became
a buddist, which is when he met my mom.
They got married in November shortley before I was born in June.
My dad was an excellent father and carried me on his shoulders everywhere
he went.
He had two other children, Bonnie (who is now 13), and Max (8 years
old)
No matter what life threw at him, he always faced his responsibilities,
and conqered every problem......except one....Cancer.
He fought to the very end, and sadly lost the battle at the beggining
of the New Year.
No one will ever know or understand what he meant to me, but I hope
he knew I loved him and will never forget the impact he has had on my life.
