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Sunday, July 10, 2022
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I met Alan through a mutual friend, Billy Kaiser, growing up in Oceanside and Rockville Centre. We hung out together as young teenagers conquering our world. This was around 1977-1981, maybe 8th grade through high school. I remember their Dads were a part of the fire dept. at Woodlands. Both of them were determined to follow in their Dad's footsteps and become firemen one day. I can remember meeting Alan's family a couple of times when we would pick him up to go out on weekends or summer nights which seemed like they would last forever. We played football together for Oceanside. I found an old team photo from the 9th grade Junior High School team which I posted. Alan is #22. He was a tough kid. He was quick and he hit hard. I think he played linebacker and we had a blast playing. You could always depend on Alan to make the tackle.
Life happened after graduation and we lost touch a few years after high school. Even so, friends made back in the early years of our lives are often rooted deep in our hearts. When I heard Alan had passed away, it felt like a plant being uprooted out of my heart. We were so young and impressionable back then, and old childhood friends are a part of our history. I am sorry to hear he had to go through a difficult illness. I'm sure he never complained. I am glad he has no more pain now.
I look forward to seeing Alan again one day being confident in our faith in Jesus Christ for forgiveness and the resurrection of us all into glory. That is going to be some day. Until then, rest in peace old friend. And may God comfort your friends, coworkers and family.
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Patty-Ann Lattimer posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Alan and I were born 4 months apart in the same hospital and living on the same dead end block. I was at one end and he was at the other end. We were Cousins and best of all we were close friends. When we were little we used to play matchbox cards down by the firehouse on the patch of dirt between the street and the side walk; we would enter the world of make believe and spend a whole afternoon lost in our cars and making roads declaring a section as our house. We would play all the sports during each season. Whiffle ball was played in the street so that we didn’t break any windows because with a tennis ball Alan, Timmy, Roger or myself could hit the ball hard enough to break a window in houses or even the firehouse. I played as well and as hard with the boys. Football we played kill the carrier around the pool of Timmy’s family, basketball was played in my driveway as we had the hoop. We would pick what professional team we wanted to be and which player. I was a fan of the Lakers and their guard. We even played fireman with a wagon and old hose and we each wore fireman’s boots. I don’t know how we didn’t kill ourselves running with them and imitating our dad’s and pretending to be each other’s father. We also got to play on the truck and I remember the rides on the truck and the gatherings at the firehouse for various occasions. They were the absolute best. I always knew when Alan was old enough he would become a member of Woodlands and I was so proud of him when he did. When we were little we would go to the firehouse with our dad’s and look at all the photos around the room and our dad’s would give us a nickel to put into the soda machine and we would each pull out a bottle of orange Crush I always think of him whenever I have Crush soda.
I moved to NH at age 9 and left the block into a new world of trees and animals. I had a rabbit that I loved and my dad built a cage for him. I have photos of me and Alan outside the rabbit’s cage being goofy. His family would come and stay for a visit; I loved when they came. In high school Alan came up for part of the summer. He learned to drive our tractor and cut wood with the homemade wood cutting saw we had. He helped my dad build on our house and at night we were tremendous card players, play gin rummy for hours. We would explore our woods and had a great time. I was sad when it was time for him to go home. When I went away to College I went to Hofstra University and on a Friday night of a Saturday morning I would a knock on my door , there Alan would be standing “come on pack a bag we are going to my house for the weekend” and off we would go. Then my sophomore year I moved in with my Aunt Pat and Uncle Carl, and I went to college living there back on my old block that I had such fond memories. Alan was very generous he offered me to use his desk anytime I need to do my school work which I really appreciated. Many times Alan at his drawing table me and his desk each lost in the world of our studies. I wanted to be an Athletic trainer and he wanted to be an engineer. On nights when it would thunder and lightning his sister Tammy and I would emerge from or bedrooms and head straight to Alan our storm protector. If he could fight fires and run into burning buildings he could keep the fright from the storm from the two of us; always encouraging us “to clam down relax it will be over soon”.we would just be close to him and feel safer, he had that way about him. When he got sick we stayed close talking on the phone, after his bone marrow transplant he got the shingles and I was teaching by then and got the chicken pox as an adult so we commiserated together. He spent his first New Years Eve with me and Frank and Missy who became my stepdaughter after his bone marrow transplant . Before his transplant when he was sick we would go to the beach as often as we could; Alan loved the beach and moved to FL as soon as he was well enough. His life began again with meeting Aya and getting married. He came from FL to be with Frank and I when we got married. Whenever he came back to LI we would make time to see one another. When Derek was born Alan called me to tell me he had a son, Derek he was so proud being a dad teaching him about the NY Yankees and fishing; which Derek took to completely, and what a fisherman he has became. He loved his family called me to share that he had BTM and Cancer in his lymph node and what the plan was. We talked more often he was trying to remember the things he did when he had Aplastic Anemia, we would talk about that. Then the end came and none of us were ready; Aya was very gracious with her time and allowed Frank and I the chance to say our goodbyes and the next day his last full day, she asked me to call his phone and she would play the message for him. Aya said when she played it “he said hi” and then opened his eyes. I was praying and texting with Diana, who is my best friend like a sister to me, hoping that she , Tammy and Uncle Carl would get there in time. Aya texted me earlier in the day that Carin had gotten there. I have loved Alan his whole life, and will miss him for the rest of my life. He was the kind of man that when you met him, you felt moved for just that experience. Alan was special in so many ways what a guy he was…is! Rest In Peace my dear Alan you have deserved it.
Love to Aya, Dereck and the entire Weeks family! May God bless you all.
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Monday, June 20, 2022
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