Paula Abolafia Steinman
Alan…The world is a sadder place today, without you in it. Your accomplishments are many and you were successful, all on your own. People will remember your kindness, generosity and your sincere willingness to help in any situation, to strive to make things better. I met Alan, when I was a freshman in high school. He was a year ahead of me. The first time we met was in the cafeteria, on the dreaded lunch line. Standing in front of me, he turned around and said, “Hi. I’m Alan. You’re a freshie?” I nodded yes, because I was dumbstruck, when I saw his face. He looked at me, smiled and said, “Don’t ever order that. It’s mystery meat.” I started to laugh, recovered somewhat, and told him my name. Laughing, he said, “See ya on the breadline, Paula.” I’d see him in the halls, as we went to classes and in passing, he would smile, nod and tell me, “Remember, stay away from the mystery meat.” I met Joanne, through a mutual friend and we would hang out at her home in Manhattan Beach. I watched, as they fell in love. They were so perfect for each other. Throughout the years, we kept up with each other’s lives and saw each other now and then. Even as a teenager, Alan welcomed you into his life and made everyone equal. Smiling, laughing and sharing his generous warmth was just the way he was, all his life. When you walked away, your day was better. Alan was a dedicated and loving husband and father. My heart grieves for Joanne and the beautiful family they created together. The impact he had on his family is irreplaceable and unforgettable. Alan Weiselberg had a magnetic presence. He emitted an energy that people noticed immediately. Joanne, take comfort and strength from the deep love you had for each other. Alan, rest easy, you deserve peace.