Albert Szabo Obituary – Mountain Lakes, NY Neurologist Albert Szabo passed away tragically on Tuesday. Albert Szabo was found dead from an apparent gunshot wound. Dr. Albert Szabo, MD was a highly skilled neurology expert with 27 years of experience, located in Mount Kisco, NY.
Albert Szabo obtained his degree from the College of Medicine at the State University of New York Downstate Health Sciences University. he worked at Mount Kisco Medical Group and as an affiliation with Northern Westchester Hospital, Saratoga Hospital, and Putnam Hospital Center.
Dr. Szabo was skilled in treating several illnesses, including all types of headaches (including migraines), chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy, and inflammatory and toxic neuropathy, among others, with different levels of occurrence.
Currently, Dr. Szabo has garnered a mean rating of 4.5 out of 5 from patients and has been evaluated a total of 183 times. Dr. Szabo holds a certification in Neurology and is approved by many insurance providers.
What happened To Medical Doctor Albert Szabo?
It has probably already been mentioned that Al died away on Tuesday night. This is my opportunity to share with everyone (and particularly those Lakers who didn’t have the pleasure of getting to know him) why I am devastated by the death of my best friend, who lived in Mountain Lakes during our time in high school.
Al was a complex, multi-talented man: he was humorous, but not everyone understood him; he was extremely intelligent, which helped him become one of the top neurologists in the United States; and he was also a successful businessman, having served on a small committee that sold the massive practice he had run since 1997 for a cool billion dollars.
Above all else, Al was a deeply caring person who did a wonderful job taking care of his daughter Hannah, who was born the year he turned forty. We became close because we both had to deal with the challenges of having a child born late; she is two months younger than Sam Mullaney. Although worse days have come and gone, I’d like to tell you the tale of the worst day of my life. A little of each of those attributes will be there.
Other topics, both Clintonian and elsewhere, that I will not delve into at this time. Every time we did anything, we did it as a pack: we talked over each other, interrupted one other, were frequently incorrect, were loud, and were never in doubt. We knew deep down that what other people found disrespectful or excessive was simply us being ourselves.
My spirits are soaring, but the nurses are on the verge of removing Al from the floor due to the fact that our infectious enthusiasm is disturbing the other patients. After we calmed down, Al even included them in the practical prank.
It might have been a barbeque if we had burgers. By the way, how were you doing in the race versus the women’s squad from West Point? “Ah,” he waved his hand as if to say something. “They’re all East Germans anyway.”
Despite my intention to only converse on the phone, Al cleared his famously workaholic schedule, stopped everything, and raced 70 miles to be with me when I needed him. One anecdote contained the following elements: Everything from the wise counsel and hilarious anecdotes to the bond we had as brothers ever since we first met at soccer practice in 1976—the year he relocated to Mountain Lakes from Morristown—and beyond. Indeed, that was Al.
Al had a whole second act in front of him when he was ready to pull the trigger and retire. He exercised every day, ate like a monk and weighed probably what he did in high school. Never occurred to me to ask him much about his health– he looked like an athlete 15 years younger than he was and he was a doctor besides. But here we are.
I’m consoled by the fact that the two of us had our cards on the table with each other. Before our move, in some late night conversation, I reminded him that “there are things we do not say to each other, because we are men, but which we both know are true.”
“Absolutely,” he replied.
In the wake of this tragic incident, we extend our deepest condolences to the families affected by this heart-wrenching loss. As they grapple with the indescribable pain of bidding farewell to their loved ones, we share in their sorrow and stand in solidarity during this time of profound grief.
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