Sandy was one of the most thoughtful gracious individuals I've ever met. He always had a smile he always had a chuckle he always made you feel as if you were important. The world doesn't spin for 1 person,But Sandy made you feel as if it was spinning for you. Sandy's demeanor was always calm and introspective. Hes one of those guys you wish you had a little more time with. He was a great example to anyone that was lucky enough to have known him. I will always give thanks for having known him and had his as a mentor. - toby

When I was in the rehabilitation hospital in Pomona, since it was so far he didn’t get to come every night, but he came most nights after working long hours at Thrifty Pharmacy (working so that I was still eligible for the company’s insurance which was paying my hospital bills). And we had our nightly routines. By the time he got there, I was laying in bed so he would come talk to me about my day, tell me stories about work (like how Thrifty was changing it’s name to “Rite Aid”…what’s up with that?) He knew my favorite Thrifty ice cream was Double Chocolate Malted Crunch and some nights we would share a pint that he brought with him. And I would eat away like Alex in A Clockwork Orange. Most nights he would be there when the snack cart would come around and we had our routine of having Cheese & Crackers and he was in charge of spreading the processed cheese with the little red stick on the cracker and then inserting it in my mouth CHEESE SIDE DOWN so that my tongue got the cheese and salt side first rather than the roof of my mouth (if you don’t eat C & C this way, you’re eating it wrong). We liked to joke around with each other while he was taking care of me and sometimes my mom thought we were being mean to each other, but we weren’t. We both knew it was our way of coping and humanizing the very dehumanizing process.
And meeting Terry was the best thing to happen to me, because she has the best qualities of both my parents. She has the effervescent personality and creativity of my mom and the business and economic street smarts and savviness of my dad, as well as his resourcefulness and organization. Every day I miss my parents, and I just know that my life is a testament to their greatness and I carry them with me every day. They were both heroes.
MY heroes,


People that know me know me as being very resourceful. I get it from both of them, from my mom creatively and from my dad with financial and economic issues. And when I say, “economic”, basically I mean getting the best deal and bargain out of my money, and life. He was a long term thinker, and because of that he helped ensure that I would have the resources to live a long life without having to worry about things. Before I ever got out of the hospital, he enrolled in a class to learn how to navigate the system as a person with a disability and take advantage of the available resources. Had I not had this jump start, it would have been really difficult to learn later on.
Dad was so loving and accepting of people. He never had a bad thing to say about anybody. There was the rare occasion he may have wanted to, but it just wasn’t in his nature. And .we all knew the face and stature he took when he was mad. It didn't "look" mad to other people, but to us it was just such a minute change in his demeanor. 
His instant love for Terry was so important in our relationship. They had a special bond from day one. And he was always so happy and proud about Lynlea. They also had a special relationship. 


What is there to say about Dad that we don’t already know? Dad also was a very strong force in my life and it is hard for people to fathom just how important he was to me. Much of what I am today is because of his influence on my life. Growing up, he implanted many great values in me. Hard work, honesty, integrity, the pursuit of knowledge, being true to yourself, the value of money, being calm, cool, and collected, how to be a loving and respecting partner in a relationship, how to be a great father. Well, and many other things. And that was all while growing up.
So in 1988, I was just on the precipice of becoming an “adult”, and though I was living at home, it was always with the understanding that once I was done with school and standing on “my own two feet”, THEN it would be time to fly the nest and begin a life having the skills that they taught me. They call it “Adulting” these days. We never actually had the conversation because there was no need to. Things were good at the time.
And then, there was that fateful day August 31, my life was changed. As it turns out, I never did make it to “my own two feet”. But mom and dad made their pledge then that they would do everything in their power to ensure that if I couldn’t stand on my own two feet, I would at least have the tools, resources, and mindset to be able navigate through life both with them, and without them, on my own. For the first few years of me being disabled, they were both my primary caregivers. Mom had the things she could do, and dad had the things he did. They were a team. And this helped ensure that I made the transition back to my life smoothly. I was able to go back to school and finish my Bachelor’s, Master’s, and Doctorate thanks to them tag teaming to make sure that I always had a ride from one of them to class

Im writing this in a bar in Pittsburgh PA.,  but does that really matter?
   ...
Sandy was a dandy...he was chill.  Always appreciated others and was a great audience.    He had a great sense of humor and was always ready to laugh.   See his laugh was a gift. How could one not love this man?  He was so unassuming and gracious. Always with an appropriate giggle that was encompassing yet suttle, yet giving.  He is one of those guys who made the world a better place.  I know this is true, because as i write this sentence,   my eye welled up with tears of appreciation.   I sort of knew that Sandy was a step,  but he was so obvously loved it was not so very apprent.  Joyce and Sandy were so well matched,  that Dave, Terry and Larry knew him as dad.  One solid Dad!  Sandy is the type of guy, one realy appreciates when all the layers of retrospect are pealled back.   Sandy you are a great mentor,  because I know you had kinks in you armour, but noone ever new it.   You have made me a better person, and for that may I be a better person....I love what you have taught me...thank you Sandy,  thanks so very much....Sir Toby


I remember the first time I met Mr. Singer, which was shortly after Larry and I became fast friends via KUCI.  He was gracious. He always had a kind word.  Always welcoming. You’ll be missed Mr Singer.  Love Marian Cordry 

Sanford Harry Singer was born in Cleveland Ohio, on May 27 1938. They lived on the East side Jewish neighborhood. There was a big family, with some relative living on almost every street. Lots of aunts, uncles & cousins. Sanford got lots of ear infections from the cold weather, and Jack had hay fever. They felt that they should go to warmer weather. Since his Jacks brother and father were in Los Angeles, they decided to leave Cleveland and all of Vivian's family. Two months after the war was over, they got a tailor (which was hard to get because of the war effort), packed up Sanford 8yr and Sheila 3yr and spent the next three weeks venturing west. It was a hard trip with problems with the tires daily. On February 6, 1946, they finally came to the outskirts of LA at night. Jack and & Vivian had tears in their eyes when they saw all the beautiful lights, they new they would be happy there. Sanford went to Marvin Ave grammar school, he was excited to be picked as a "safety". He was in charge of ringing the bells. He was a boy scout and loved sports. He worked as a paperboy and had his own route. Jack would get up early to drive Sanford to the corner to pick up his stack of papers. They would come home and Sanford would fold the paper with rubber bands. Vivian would then drive him up and down the streets, Sanford threw papers from the car on his side and Vivian threw the ones on her side. When it was time to collect the money from his customers, he invited Sheila to join him on her bike. He would have stories about each customer, making her laugh. He had a crystal set, a wood burning set and a stamp collection. One day Sheila had a birthday party with friends over. She opened all her gifts, then Sanford came up to her and handed her a string. Sheila was puzzled, so he said to her why don't you follow the string to see where it takes you. She followed it to the kitchen, than the living room, the bathroom, then finally to the bedroom that they shared, to their closet.    


Part 2
Finally to a box. He said open it, when she did, she was so excited, it was a pair of skates that she always wanted. This was his way, thinking of others, making a game having fun. Saturday was movie day, 9 cents to get in, 10 cents for popcorn....a newsreel, a serial that continued each week and a feature movie. The theater was filled with kids. When Vivian would come get them, she would stand in the back and whistle. We immediately new it was her a left out seats. When the family first arrived to California, Vivian heard of a park in the valley, that had long tables, on each table was a sign that had a city name on it...Chicago, New York, Cleveland and so on. Vivian started talking to one of the families about where in Cleveland that they lived. It turned out that they lived a few blocks from them, but never met them. Then the conversation went to where they lived in LA. Curson. Ave. Vivian said we live on Curson Ave also. So one of their first friends in LA became Sally & Joe Goldberg, and their daughters Marcia & Joyce. Sheila and Joyce became friends and Sanford would tease Joyce. A couple of years later the Singers moved to Westchester.  Sanford went to Westchester High School. He became a Lt Governor in the Key Club, he even received an award. He started becoming interested in Chemistry and got a Chemistry set. He would do all kinds of experiments in the garage. He went on to USC Pharmacy School. He graduated June 1962, a week before Sheila's wedding to Eddie. Then Uncle Sam sent him that famous letter, inducting him into the Army. After basic training, being a Pharmacist, he worked in army hospitals. Then he got transferred to Germany which became the beginning of his love affair with traveling. When he finish the army, he and a friend got a Volkswagen van and spent 6 months traveling though Europe and Russia. He visited every city with his Frommers travel book "$5.00 a day in Europe". When he returned home 1960,  Joyce came into his life.

Part 1
Sanford Harry Singer was born in Cleveland Ohio, on May 27 1938. They lived on the East side Jewish neighborhood. There was a big family, with some relative living on almost every street. Lots of aunts, uncles & cousins. Sanford got lots of ear infections from the cold weather, and Jack had hay fever. They felt that they should go to warmer weather. Since his Jacks brother and father were in Los Angeles, they decided to leave Cleveland and all of Vivian's family. Two months after the war was over, they got a tailor (which was hard to get because of the war effort), packed up Sanford 8yr and Sheila 3yr and spent the next three weeks venturing west. It was a hard trip with problems with the tires daily. On February 6, 1946, they finally came to the outskirts of LA at night. Jack and & Vivian had tears in their eyes when they saw all the beautiful lights, they new they would be happy there. Sanford went to Marvin Ave grammar school, he was excited to be picked as a "safety". He was in charge of ringing the bells. He was a boy scout and loved sports. He worked as a paperboy and had his own route. Jack would get up early to drive Sanford to the corner to pick up his stack of papers. They would come home and Sanford would fold the paper with rubber bands. Vivian would then drive him up and down the streets, Sanford threw papers from the car on his side and Vivian threw the ones on her side. When it was time to collect the money from his customers, he took Sheila to join him on her bike. He would have stories about each customer, making her laugh. He had a crystal set, a wood burning set and a stamp collection. One day Sheila had a birthday party with friends over. She opened all her gifts, then Sanford came up to her and handed her a string. Sheila was puzzled, so he said to her why don't you follow the string to see where it takes you. She followed it to the kitchen, than the living room, the bathroom, then finally to the bedroom that they shared, to their closet.

Sanford recently told me that this picture was his favorite of the two os us, of course we were much younger…….Sheila

I remember him most from when he worked as an intern for my dad at Division Pharmacy at 54th and VanNess in Los Angeles. Sanford was always laughing and making others laugh. He would come to work with jokes, gags, and pranks.  A joy to be around. 

(this is the final of my memory, and should be read last)
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Lastly, about my dad, he was a damn good card player, probably one of the best I know (besides mom or Ken, lol), I suck compared to those guys! We started playing hand and foot (google it), over 25 years ago, Dad was Ken's partner, and Mom was mine....we have the scorebooks to prove we have been playing this game this long. Anytime mom and dad were in town, they could be found at our house, laughing, crying, chatting, eating, and we even started drinking just a bit at the beginning of the pandemic! They were our bubble! We had so much fun playing with them. We even had a championship that included trophies, signs, bragging rights, and a photograph! This took place every new years eve! Dad & Ken won every year! 
Dad made up a story just for me, I think it was my bedtime story and it was always the same, it was about a little girl with blue eyes, and a little blue ball. It always made him smile, and it always made me tear up knowing how much my dad loved me so. I will miss him greatly, but I am so thankful for the time I did get to spend with him, and the memories I hold of him in my heart.
-Teri


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I remember every year he was given a 2 week vacation from work, and we would do a road trip. Mom & Dad always made these trips as fun for us as they could, they even would take us to local playgrounds so we can work off some energy.
As a young woman, I knew that dad was a wise man, and any time I needed to seek advice about which Insurance plan to choose from, or how much to contribute to my retirement plan, dad was there to help me weigh out all the options. He even helped me manage my expenses when my debt got out of control. He taught me how to file my first 1040EZ! Without his guidance, I doubt I would ever be able to manage my household expenses as well as I do!
Dad was a kind hearted, nonjudgmental, caring & loving father. He was what every father should strive to be. 
Even before I married Ken , he welcomed him as a son, those two were thick as thieves, They bonded over cards, poker, stocks & USC football. They attended countless games together. I loved to see how accepting my father was of my significant other. 
Dad LOVED the world, loved traveling the world, and loved planning out great adventures. Dad showed us the world. We went on countless adventures with Mom & Dad, and we have the pictures to prove it! We saw so many places with our travel partners, and my favorite part besides the company I was spending my time with, was all I had to do was show up, everything was already planned for me! I was so honored to be able to have these last two adventures with Dad, Visiting Alaska to fulfill his bucket list wish was to see the Northern Lights, and our last adventure; The Musical Journey of The South. This trip was sadly dad's last trip, and he new it. He told us over Oysters, (something he really wanted to make sure we got in on this trip),that traveling was more and more difficult for him. I cried and cried over his realization, I loved traveling with him and I am grateful for all the wonderful places I got to see with him.
(more to come)


My heart is deeply broken, this has been the saddest past year and a half I could ever imagine. First we lost mom, she was my best friend in the whole world. She knew me better than anyone ever could. If we weren't seeing each other, we were talking to each other almost every single day. Sometimes a day would get by us, and mom would tell me that there was no sun shining that day, and she needed me, because I was her sunshine. 
I was so worried for dad after we lost her, because she was his whole world. Dad may not have realized how much she actually did for him, but he did soon find out. He really did not know much about technology, how to control the thermostat, and a whole bunch of other stuff most of us take for granted. Once we got mom back to Irvine, I promised mom I would stay with dad & help take care of him, and keep him company. I lived out of a suitcase, and stayed on his couch, staying a few days here, and a few days there, and did this routine for about 10 months. I really enjoyed our time together, we would do a lot of talking, we got hooked on watching the Heist series, and really just got to know each other better. I feel I really did my best to help him navigate the world without mom, teaching him things he did not know, and showing him the important things I felt he would need to know. Every time I talked to him, he would thank me for showing him how to do these things. He even once told me that he really underestimated me at how much I really knew. I am grateful for this time I got to spend with him. 
As a young girl, my dad was a hard worker, today I know this means how much he loved and cared for his family. We had a special book that had fun things to do around Orange County, and we would get to pick one thing to do, and we got to do this with Dad on a given Sunday, it was our special time with him. 
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OBITUARY

Dr. Sanford Harry Singer

27 May, 1938 – 10 January, 2022

Harbor Lawn-Mt. Olive Memorial Park & Mortuary

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