Blessed with a crackerjack memory and a dogged loyalty to his friends, Mori created more problems for himself than he could fully solve.
He was best man at my first wedding driving us to the Episcopal Church by the library in his cherry red TR3. I was best man at his wedding, god-father to his son (who died tragically at 18) and always found him ready to talk about anything and everything.
Ultimately, he wore his body out. One of the closest of friends, gone. He left behind a daughter born in 1992.
Thomas Suber
Blessed with a crackerjack memory and a dogged loyalty to his friends, Mori created more problems for himself than he could fully solve.
He was best man at my first wedding driving us to the Episcopal Church by the library in his cherry red TR3. I was best man at his wedding, god-father to his son (who died tragically at 18) and always found him ready to talk about anything and everything.
Ultimately, he wore his body out. One of the closest of friends, gone. He left behind a daughter born in 1992.