Cole Brenner
Dear Terence Fleming-Warren
I'm just having a hard time believing that you, my best friend, won't be part of my and Michelle's future plans. I just heard about your passing and I hope the whole heaven thing works out. If it does, I know, there will be a deceased Jewish comedian, David Brenner, waiting just past those pearly gates with a bottle of water to pour on your unsuspecting head. You were the best of friends, Michelle Krut Brenner and I will have you in our thoughts forever. I am so sorry we didn't pull the trigger on one of the many visit plans we discussed. I'm realing and already missing you beyond my capacity. I'm thinking good thoughts for your family and am so thankful that we kept in touch for all these years, from Camp Regis Applejack, then The Little Red Schoolhouse, my barmitzvah, our College years in Philly, my dog biting your ballsack, my best man at my wedding, and my Dads memorial. I will think of you after every Jets touchdown, but even more important, I will think of you and smile after every Jets Interception. If only it was a sick joke in bad taste, that would be amazing, but as I have come to live missing the sound of my dad's voice, I fear, I also will carry the same sadness missing you. Max I love you man.
Cole Brenner