Michael Spector
I loved my father in law as if he was my father. We talked we laughter we drank we got in trouble tohether. He would ride to work with me on saturdays we stopped at the diner. For bacon and eggs. he had fun. With all my customers as I installed there doors. He really loved life. He told me about the war he told me what it was like growing up Greek in Alabama. He loved his wife. He kept her so high on a pedestal that no one could ever compare. Her cooking ,art work. Her thoughts everything. About her he cherished. His family he loved brothers, sisters ,cousin, friends. His daughter was his sunshine . He loved to hear about. All her business. Ventures her dreams her thoughts. I miss him more than I thought i would miss anyone he was a great listener. I tink of. Him often