I must have sat down to write this about 10 to 20 times between Monday night and today.  Every time I tried I got out one or two sentences, and my mind froze.  It took me until yesterday, speaking to Cantor Gamell and various friends of Dad’s to realize what it is I wanted to say.

           Cantor Gamell told my brother and I, as she said earlier that whenever she saw my dad, he would always be smiling.  She said that he would always have that sinister, impish smile that said how much he cared about everyone.  But as she went on to say, to my brother and I, "he wasn't my father." 

          Everyone in this room knew Marvin Greenberg.  Some of you knew him as a co-worker, some as a friend.  My Aunt & Uncle new him as a brother, my grandmother who just lost her son.  My cousins knew him as Uncle Marvin, but to my Brother and I, he was Daddy. 

           In many cases, you can make a comparison.  Marvin was a better friend than so and so, or Marv was a harder worker.  But in our case, there is no comparison.  Adam and I only had one father, and now he’s gone.

           Adam and I knew another side of Marvin Greenberg.  We knew the Marvin that would sacrifice anything for us.  He went to work everyday, through illnesses, to support his children.  Almost every day for the past 3-4 weeks, dad would complain about how bad his feet hurt, and that working all day made the pain worse, but he went anyway.  He would say how much being on his feet all day exhausted him, but he would do it anyway, to support us. 

           Our dad was a very special man, which can be proven by looking around this room.  Knowing that this many people are here to say goodbye, shows how many lives Marvin Greenberg has touched.

          Since Monday morning, our phone has not stopped ringing, our doorbell not stopped chiming.  I have been told that so many people called the Temple office, that they could not keep track of the calls.  These things say how much my dad was loved.

 Life will never be the same for my brother and I.  Going to a ballgame, or just watching one on TV, without dad there.  Seeing dad sitting in his chair, falling asleep in front of the TV every night…

 But fate brings us all here today to honor, not the memory of Marvin Greenberg, but the life of Marvin Greenberg.  We celebrate his life, not only as a friend, but as a co worker, an uncle, a brother, a son, a cousin, and as a father.  Today we honor a great man, who will never be forgotten.