Don’t know what to say

I don’t even remember when I met Igal; seems like he was there forever. I talked with him all the time, and enjoyed it so much. The longest conversation we had was after I dropped him off at his apartment a few years back; we sat in my car and talked so long it killed my battery. Don’t remember even what we said, but I clearly remember thinking how great it was to hang with such a great person. I will remember Igal not only for the tireless work he did to make the lives of me and others in town happier, but also just for being a person who made me happy every time I found him in a room.

2 thoughts on “Don’t know what to say

  1. Thanks for reminding me, I think all of us with cars likely had similar experiences parked out side his apartment, fogging up the windows talking about who knows what.

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