When the word unique is used, it is meant to convey something special and one of a kind. The guy I write about now was one of those people with a heart, spirit, and conviviality that few possess. It was who he was, and when he tried to tell jokes using a French-Canadian accent, he failed miserably, but his effort made it all worthwhile. Those lucky enough to know him knew of his specialness. In his unique way, he was a “magnet” that attracted others.
We worked together for many years. He was a terrific student and wanted the people he worked with to have their own voice, which they did when we started to work together. I loved being with him, working with him, and recreating with him. When we held workshops, we also had the most incredible and fun lunches imaginable. He would take over a closed-for-business Italian Restaurant for a couple of hours. Certain friends were invited for unbelievable food, lots of laughs, and a game of “liar’s poker.” I lost a few bucks every time. A gift!
During the summers, he would often put together a “Sy by the Sea” workshop for only select associates and friends. Great students all, and the times on the beach were never to be forgotten, along with the very special Bocce Tournament and dinner held in his huge backyard for invited guests.
On 9/11, he lost his eldest son to that tragedy. To honor him, a fine athlete and a wonderful person, he built a basketball court for the church the family attended. I was blessed and honored to work with him, his office, and his family. Love is what I have felt and feel even now.
I mentored a pro—he mentored me; what a gift—he leaves memories