Despite our similarities our paths went in different directions in life. I moved from Marquette. Like most people, I settled into a job and started a (great) family. Before long, my life was consumed by my family and job. Memories of college and post college life became more distant. Tony remained in Marquette and in very many ways remained in the same post college lifestyle. He was living a life that many people might only fantasize. In many ways it was enviable.
Although Tony was certainly a friend I would best classify him as a "friend of a friend". Almost everyone I was friends with in Marquette, no matter how diverse, was a friend to Tony. Tony was always there- always positive and upbeat. My wife Cindy and I have tried to visit Marquette at least once or twice each year for the past fourteen years we have been gone. Amazingly we have always "bump-into" Tony on these visits. Usually it is on Third Street or at Tourist Park. This last visit was no exception. Cindy passed him on the steps of the Peter White Library on Friday August 18. She said "hello" to him but he did not hear. She said he had bandages on, was puffy and looked in very poor health. It was to be his last Friday.
I miss Tony and wished now that I spent more time with him mapping out our similarities. But most of all I wish I could go back in time and kept him in the hospital. That might have made all the difference.
Gary Goren


