Tal Movshovich was a friend. Not a best friend ever, but certainly a friend, a classmate, and someone who you always looked up to and wanted to impress. His mom was my math teacher too. He was the kind of guy that you always felt close to, and that you wanted him to think what you were doing was cool. I feel fortunate to have played with him and his kids in the pool a few months ago. Now I can't stop thinking about them.
I remember the small things, like playing football with him nad him not even noticing I was trying to tackle him because he was so big. Or how loved he was by every single person in the year.
One of the best guys ever. Am Yisrael lost a big hero this week.
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