It is an infinite challenge indeed for a mind that aspires to mediocrity to attempt to conceptualize genius.

Ms. Ungar, you had less time with your father than would seem fair but you lived with a spirit the likes of which few ever experience.

So many here have tried to put into words what cannot be. Genius, legend, icon. None do justice.

Then there are those that attack the lifestyle of a man they have no right to judge. A man that gave us reason to believe in the limits, or lack thereof, of mankind.

When we visit the fair, we have a compulsion to seek out the greatest thrill ride on the grounds, the rollercoaster. We have a primal desire to touch the clouds at the top and tremble as the bottom rushes towards us. Stu Ungar did not need to pay the fare, his life soared higher and lower than any rollercoaster ever made.

His life, his gambling prowess, his abilities, his skills, his habits, these are not what should be remembered, respected and revered; his dominance of the rollercoaster is.

God Bless you and your mother Ms. Ungar.

Larry