Our youngest daughter, Gabi, was born February 24, 1994. This year would have been her “Golden Birthday” – she would have been 24 on the 24th. To commemorate the occasion, her family jumped out of a perfectly good airplane – […]More
There Are Four Women in My Life
I met Pam Krop at the New Delhi International Airport in 1984. We were married three years later. Together we have journeyed through some of the best, and some of the worst, that life offers. She is the best part of me.
We made three amazing daughters. Ilana lives in Saint Petersburg, Florida and is beginning her career as a medical aesthetician. Talia lives in Delray, Florida, works at a treatment facility and is considering going to law school. Both girls have incredible strength, and have needed it. Pam and I are very proud of them.
Our third daughter, Gabrielle Esther Lewis, died Aug. 26, 2016, at the age of 22. There’s a picture of Gab along with the eulogy I wrote, as the first entry in this website’s “Blog” tab. Gab was excited when I opened this law firm, and everything I do, as a father, lawyer and friend, will attempt to validate her confidence in me.See Some Photos of My Family Below
This website, which was put together by my friends PaperStreet Web Design out of Fort Lauderdale, FL, won a “Centauri” – or a Second Place – at the 2017 Vega Digital Awards. I’m grateful for all of PaperStreet’s hard work. […]More
Pam (above, with Panama City in the background) and I visited the country of Panama in January. It’s a remarkably interesting, beautiful and vital place. It’s worth your time, if you can get there.More
Gabi turned 23 on February 24, 2017. Her family went skydiving – which she loved – to honor and celebrate her life. This video captures the event and Gabi’s life spirit.More
On August 26, 2016, my youngest daughter, Gabrielle Esther Lewis, 22, died. As a family, we are in bits and pieces. Below is the eulogy that I read at her service. It doesn’t do her justice, but it was the best I could do.More
When I was 25, on little more than a dare, I hiked up Mount Washington in New Hampshire. My hiking buddy, a college friend named Bill Green, and I were completely unprepared; we did this, mostly, as a lark. Naturally, we got separated, left the trail and had to both separately maneuver over the overhanging lip above the bowl. Somehow we both made it, summited, and lived to tell about it.More