I guess that people usually begin these with a little historical information, so without further adieu a brief history of my dad-

Born in New York in 1950 to Martin and Roslyn Solomon, he was the oldest of four. Soon after, the Solomon family (and the rest of ya) were blessed with the arrival of his sister and brothers, Sheri, Bernard and Herbert in medium succession. When my dad was 10, they moved to Mount Caramel, Pennsylvania. If you haven't visited, we highly recommend it. He was out of there by 18 and finished his four year degree in computer science in Indiana. From there, he made his way out to San Francisco where he met my lovely mother, lived some years, got married, moved to the PNW and then ME. He worked at Boeing the majority of the time he was in the Seattle area, and retired and scored a kidney in 2016. In 2017 him and my mom moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico where they made the most wonderful and warmest friends, and experienced daily joy like hadn't been seen for quite some time! He is survived by me, his favorite daughter, my mom Karen Solomon, his mom Roslyn Solomon, his siblings Sheri Thomas, Bernard+Linda Solomon, Herb Solomon + Diane Sordi, and his nieces and nephews, Sean Thomas, Julie Meadows, Becca Stott, Heather Goodno + Joanna Werley on the Solomon side. On my mom's side, his siblings in law, Jerry Langlois and Kevin Langlois and his nieces and nephews Anna, Julia and Nick Langlois and Ryan Franciscus. Big family, lucky us! 

I think that we're all dissappointed to find ourselves here, but I am able to say that I've found some comfort in the understanding that everything that I loved and cherished about my dad is still well intact, even without him here to share in it. The special things about him weren't always centered around the things that he would do, as much as they were about the way he was, at least for me. That's not to say he didn't make the best and most elaborate cookie trays in all of history, because he surely did. And that's not to say that he didn't roll the most uniform joint you ever smoked, because he did that too. What really stood out to me though, is the way it felt to spend time with him. My dad was a natural born chiller, exceptionally generous, kind, open, mild, comforting, witty, handy and sharper than the rest of us. I'm gonna miss him real bad + every single day for the rest of my time, but the good news is that those things are things we can appreciate in others and give to the ones we love. So what I mean is, in honor of my dad, be cool <3

I would also like to direct anybody that feels inspired to give in his honor to donate to Storehouse West in Rio Rancho, NM where my mother and father had been spending every Wednesday volunteering their time. The above "Donate" button is linked to Storehouse West.

Thanks to my friends, my parents friends, and our family for the kind words and support during this incredibly shitty time.

We love you! 

-Leah Solomon