My best friend for many years, Steve Lebovitz, passed away surprisingly in 1999. I was in New York doing I Vespri Siciliani, and my Uncle Jimmy called wondering if I was going to Steve's funeral. I couldn't make it back before he was buried, due to his Jewish faith. I was understandably devastated. Steve's little brother, Michael, and myself, had never really had a relationship, but through this tragedy, we began to make more contact-I guess in an effort to help each other with the grief that would ensue.
Last night, Michael celebrated his 50th here at the clubhouse and we had a great time. It's been great to watch our friendship grow and develop in Steve's absence from this earth. I think he would have approved of last night's festivities.
Love you, Michael, and miss you Lebo....
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