Our beloved father and husband, Allan, wanted nothing more in life than to help others. Affectionately known as 'Big Al', he was infinitely generous with both his time and love for all who he knew. His reward was an abundance of lifelong friends and loving family, which fulfilled him more than any riches could. His proudest achievement was the South Mountain Kids of Phoenix, an organization that he founded with his dear friend Joe Caldwell, which allows hundreds of underprivileged children the opportunity to attend professional sporting events as special guests of the teams.
He will be missed dearly by his loving wife Sandy, his adoring children and his grandson, Julius, who was the light of his life. We welcome each and every one of you to share your thoughts, memories, photographs, and laughs on this dedication page for Big Al.
In his memory we are asking that all gifts and charitable donations go to the Boys & Girls Club, so his dedication to the betterment of children everywhere can continue through all of us.
Boys & Girls Club of the East Valley
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Leave a tributeHappy Birthday!
Had dinner the other night with Laurie, Eli, Ellen and Gabe.
I know we all thought that a few more people should have been there, and then Cousin Laurie brought your name up, and we all said oh yeah, him too...
Still miss you and think of you...
Steve
Still miss you and think of you...
Just so you know
And I'm sure that Danny feels the same way, but he probable lets you know.
Steve
A funny memory: your client, a young, African American man, was "allegedly" involved in an armed robbery and accidentally shot himself in the butt while escaping. You had to explain why he was in the all-white neighborhood if not to commit a crime. Your answer? For "choir practice." Love you forever, Big Al.
We love and miss you always!
You are with me all the way as you have always been. I will miss you forever and celebrate whenever I can. You'd be happy to know that your kids are amazing and I love them dearly and we are carrying on the family traditions nobly, including Susie and my lox tribute today! I'm glad you ate all the sable. What else were you supposed to do? Love you forever, Allan.
Your girl ❤️
Al, happy birthday on your 75th. We think of you and your family often and we hope that all is well. It is amazing how quickly time passes. Best wishes to your family.
The Butlers
I miss you more today than ever before
May your smile be brighter today and your laughter louder now than ever before
Allan is still such a fabulous and vital uncle to our kids and brother-in-law to us... we often think of him and what he might have said or laughed about or what he would have related a great and funny story about.
We all miss Uncle Allan and we would love to see all of you anytime at our house or at our beach house. Sending our love and our prayers for comfort and peace
miss him dearly.
Your husband/dad was one of the kindest, funniest, most warmhearted people I ever had the privilege of knowing. In a profession where some practitioners seem to enjoy being mean and nasty, Allan always was always a gentleman; always polite and civil, even in adversarial situations.
But what I will miss most will be our conversations about politics (we rarely agreed;), our families and our mutual love of sports. He loved to share stories about his wonderful family, he loved you all so much! I hope all of your wonderful memories of him will bring you comfort in the difficult days and months ahead.
Matt Bennett
I am so sorry to hear this news. Mr. Kuslansky was one of the kindest people I will ever know and I feel so lucky to have known him his heart was pure sunshine. I truly love you all very much and I will think of Mr. K. every time I see a butterfly.
Years have flown by, but we always enjoyed Allan's stories, which he was just as excited to tell as we were to hear. We could never get enough & thought we could always listen to more. We never dreamed we'd lose him so soon.
We are grateful for such a dear & unique man in Allan. He has left us with an enchantment in our hearts.
it was with profound shock,which turned into deep sorrow, when I was informed by laurie kuslansky that one of my oldest and dearest friends allan had passed away.
58 years ago we met each other as campers in lake Mohegan n. y. @ mary lewis day camp-the twin prezant brothers (steve and danny) and the two alans-allan kuslansky and myself-alan(Conway)farber.
our familys have remained good friends for all those years-through happiness and sorrow-thru births and deaths.
allan,i truly did not know how sick you were.
may you finally rest in peace.
elinor and alan (Conway)farber
I am very sorry for your loss.
My sincerest condolences on the passing of a very fine man too soon. While I never had the pleasure of meeting him, I can see from the numerous tributes those he touched were so fortunate to have known him. May his memory live on forever in your hearts and his deeds be fondly remembered.
Warmest regards,
Randi
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Did you hear, Willie?!
In our family, credentials (as in doctor, lawyer, Indian chief) were (too) important. Life began ... after medical school. Showing up at family events in the 1950s forward was like being on American Idol, surrounded by Simon Cowells dressed as uncles, aunts, cousins, extended family and friends, who peppered you with the Jewish cross examination: What are you studying (already)? Where will you go to school (already, why not Harvard)? When will you graduate (already)? What will you be (already)? When will you marry (rich, already)?
A lot of pressure combined with love and salty, fatty foods. As the youngest cousin, coming up was a tall ladder to climb, not to mention painful challenges in my immediate family that made it even harder. Despite the odds, I persevered and completed my Ph.D. at Columbia University (aka, I finally arrived). I never knew how other people reacted until one day, many years later, Allan told me something sweet and powerful: 1) I was a hero because it was a miracle that I did it under the circumstances that I did, and 2) that his dad, darling Uncle Abie, harrassed dear lifelong family friend and neighbor, Willie Prezant, about it. He harangued him and cornered him at the pool, saying, "Willie! You know what?! You know my niece, Laurie? She got her doctorate! You hear?! Listen, Willie! Laurie, she's a doctor!!!!" So sweet. Thanks, Al. Thanks Uncle Abe.
The fight
One summer's day in the 1960s, our neighbor's daughter, Pauline Alpert, a typical brainy, liberal child of the '60s, engaged in a long political debate with my father, Harry. The two sat outside on lawn chairs under the sun for what seemed an endless amount of time, when Pauline saw Allan approach.
Exhausted, she got up and asked Allan to please take over the debate. "Sure," Allan said, and sat down next to my dad, as Pauline lumbered away, spent.
Allan, who knew my father well, simply asked, "Uncle Harry, is there anything I could possibly say that could change your mind?" "Nothing," my father replied. So Allan said, "Good, then let's eat." and off they went, laughing together, to grab a bite, while Pauline, bewildered, shouted back, "That's how you took over the fight?!"
Mike the fisherman
One summer, I was in a group share house in Belmar at the Jersey shore with my close friend, Joyce Parseghian, who was also my roommate in the city. Allan knew her and they got along famously.
Joyce was interested in a guy named Art who ran hot and cold and wasn't giving her the attention she wanted, so Allan came up with a plan. One weekend, he said that he would take his son Mike, then about 8, deep-sea fishing, and they'd bring us what they caught (blue fish), which they did, in the middle of the night. Allan told Joyce to invite Art for dinner, saying we had fresh-caught bluefish, and when he was there, to make him jealous by telling him that her date, this great guy named "Mike," caught it the night before for her. Worked like a charm! We never mentioned that her date, Mike, was my 8-year-old cousin.
(Meantime, poor little Michael was seasick the whole time, in the middle of the night on a boat, out on the choppy ocean, surrounded by older men and fish. Sorry, Mike. It was for a good cause.)