Together

Together
Valentine's Day 2012

Their paths crossed
and
then ran together.
With her bright eyes
And
her easy smile
Came their happiness.
Her marvelous magnetic curves
created an irresistable pull
and
a powerful push.
Their mountain climbs
And
their rhythmic embraces
made their paths run
and
their streams flow together.

Her white sequened gown
and
his shoe crushed glass
cemented
their unbridled romance

Years later
their children grown and
their fortress built
The always-bright eyes now wizened
and
the easy smile now confident
and
the marvelous curves just as magnetic
still make the irristable pull
and
the powerful push.
Smaller mountains are climbed
and
Embraces are at a slower rhythm

But Their paths still run
and
Their streams still flow
together.

Stuart

Re: Joe Kushner,

stu- you're a good friend and your thoughts are on target. hope u guys are having fun. don't wear yourselves out and save something for france. give sandy a smootch for me jeff

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On Feb 7, 2012, at 2:48 PM, "Drslevy@comcast.net" <drslevy@comcast.net> wrote:

> Joe Kushner,
>
> Jeff sent me an email informing us of his father Joe's passing.
> Joe will be remembered by me as a man who could enjoy life right up into his nineties. He had a lot to live for: A great family who adored him and looked up to him and Micki, a wonderful companion for decades who provided Joe with a database when memories slipped away. Joe cared for Micki and that gave him some purpose in the later years.
> What better evidence is there of a great man than the affectionate children that he raises and leaves behind. Joe's sense of humor and love of family lives on through them and their children.
> Being a close friend, I had the privilege of witnessing Joe and the Kushner offspring. Sandy and I were fortunate to participate in some of their regular family celebrations. Joe would bring the violin out and play with the grandkids or accompany me and my nephews on the piano. He chided me for not playing enough and he was right to do so. Music for Joe was a source of strength and I believe that playing his violin gave him a purpose that allowed him to live well into his tenth decade.
> I will never forget chauffeuring Joe and Micki back to Sarasota on my way to visit my Mom. Jeanie tucked them into the back seat of my Lexus and Joe referred to me as "Boy." Then he asked me what I did with my chauffeur's cap. I told him that I would be sure to get one for our next trip back to Sarasota together. I am sad that I won't be able to drive Joe back to Sarasota again. Instead I will have to settle with driving the offspring to Miami, Melbourne and Tampa.
>
> We were in Sydney, Australia, newly arrived with jet lag and walking through the Botanical Garden next to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House when Jeff sent me his email about Joe. This photo, of a prickly cactus plant surrounded by a lovely red flower symbolizes my memory of Joe. He was a beautiful man but if you did not approach him in the proper manner you might get pricked.
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> Stuart

Joe Kushner,

Joe Kushner,

Jeff sent me an email informing us of his father Joe's passing.
Joe will be remembered by me as a man who could enjoy life right up into his nineties. He had a lot to live for: A great family who adored him and looked up to him and Micki, a wonderful companion for decades who provided Joe with a database when memories slipped away. Joe cared for Micki and that gave him some purpose in the later years.
What better evidence is there of a great man than the affectionate children that he raises and leaves behind. Joe's sense of humor and love of family lives on through them and their children.
Being a close friend, I had the privilege of witnessing Joe and the Kushner offspring. Sandy and I were fortunate to participate in some of their regular family celebrations. Joe would bring the violin out and play with the grandkids or accompany me and my nephews on the piano. He chided me for not playing enough and he was right to do so. Music for Joe was a source of strength and I believe that playing his violin gave him a purpose that allowed him to live well into his tenth decade.
I will never forget chauffeuring Joe and Micki back to Sarasota on my way to visit my Mom. Jeanie tucked them into the back seat of my Lexus and Joe referred to me as "Boy." Then he asked me what I did with my chauffeur's cap. I told him that I would be sure to get one for our next trip back to Sarasota together. I am sad that I won't be able to drive Joe back to Sarasota again. Instead I will have to settle with driving the offspring to Miami, Melbourne and Tampa.

We were in Sydney, Australia, newly arrived with jet lag and walking through the Botanical Garden next to the Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House when Jeff sent me his email about Joe. This photo, of a prickly cactus plant surrounded by a lovely red flower symbolizes my memory of Joe. He was a beautiful man but if you did not approach him in the proper manner you might get pricked.