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Dear Magon family: I'm sorry to hear of the beloved passing of our Beloved Papa. His shining smile and spark in the upper-most corner of his eye will be missed. He was not a boastful man. Never had more to say than the utterance of a musical laugh and those few kind words, he would tack on to the end of anyone's opinionated outburst. And from sea to sea, his greeting cards would travel. For each corner of the world would be embraced by his beautifully designed cards which held the steadfastness of a thousand words that could only be described by a picture. They were like a portrait - an artistic masterpiece on an empty wall. Each one hand selected and preserved through the ages until they were in the right hands to be finally gifted to their intended sender. This is what Papa gave to the world. He made every old man look young. His drive for photography and beauty in the intricacies of simplicity that only the keen observer who holds the watchful eye knows. He had a clean heart. Papa was determined to set fourth. He always wanted to carry on the poetic inclinations of a masterpiece drawn to scale. Papa left his mark on the world. He left it it with a brighter future than the one it was in - he left the world in a better state. Papa is in a better place. Papa will be missed - raise your glasses and give it cheers - do not shed tears but celebrate his life. I ask you to raise them together for Papa - May he always rest in peace for his soul will remain in our hearts forever to be of everything good, kind loving and pure. Shivani Toronto, Ontario, Canada

I am sorry to hear of the beloved passing of our Beloved Papa. His shining smile and spark in the upper-most corner of his eye will be missed. He was not a boastful man. Never had more to say than the utterance of a musical laugh and those few kind words, he would tack on to the end of anyone's opinionated outburst. And from sea to sea, his greeting cards would travel. For each corner of the world would be embraced by his beautifully designed cards which held the steadfastness of a thousand words that could only be described by a picture. They were like a portrait - an artistic masterpiece on an empty wall. Each one hand selected and preserved through the ages until they were in the right hands to be finally gifted to their intended sender. This is what Papa gave to the world. He made every old man look young. His drive for photography and beauty in the intricacies of simplicity that only the keen observer who holds the watchful eye knows. He had a clean heart. Papa was determined to set fourth. He always wanted to carry on the poetic inclinations of a masterpiece drawn to scale. Papa left his mark on the world. He left it it with a brighter future than the one it was in - he left the world in a better state. Papa is in a better place. Papa will be missed - raise your glasses and give it cheers - do not shed tears but celebrate his life. I ask you to raise them together for Papa - May he always rest in peace for his soul will remain in our hearts forever to be of everything good, kind loving and pure. Shivani Toronto, Ontario, Canada