*This is the second of four essays dealing with the death of a parent Dad was born on June 25, 1933. The second son of David and Shirley Lewis and younger brother to Hartley. He ran track excelling at the hundred meters. When his father went bankrupt he put himself through school and studied numbers. He went from being an accountant with an office in the basement of our Long Island home to running a multimillion-dollar hotel and apartment conglomeration. He went from being the son of a man who lost everything to a man who was valued at seven figures. My father's life has always been about numbers. It was numbers that introduced him to his wife, Beverly. They met when he was a treasurer and she was a banker. Together they would structure multimillion-dollar deals. One of the greatest introductions in the history of the world, Beverly stuck by his side to care for him, to struggle with him, to love him unconditionally. When Dad knew he would have to go from two days of dialysis ......

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