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From the very first moment I met Ed, it felt like we were engaged in one continuous conversation, only interrupted by our golf shots and then resumed once we were back in the cart. There was no need to explain anything when we picked up where we left off; it just flowed naturally. Anything and everything would trigger a memory for him, leading to a special moment from his past. Ed had a remarkable knack for asking questions and genuinely listening to my stories, no matter the topic. He never rushed to steer the conversation toward his own interests; instead, he was fully present, sharing thou…

As I reflect on our days spent on the course and the many conversations we shared, I'm trying to capture as many memories as I can. A common thread emerges — one of generosity and kindness. Ed was always there to lend a hand, whether it was fixing someone's car, loaning tools to help a friend in need, or offering sage advice to a young couple about navigating the early stages of marriage and the importance of accepting one another as they are. He filled in as a substitute teacher at a new school, organized a wiffle ball tournament for a bunch of kids, and made trips to Northern California to…