Lacrymosa

Caro Zeke, un dolore cosí grande non lo potevo certo immaginare. Dal primo giorno che ti ho conosciuto, quando sei venuto a Bologna a trovare Rebecca dopo il suo anno al Dartmouth, ti ho voluto un bene dell’anima e ti chiamavo il mio bimbo americano. Non riesco ancora a crederci e mi sento paralizzata. Sei…

Dear Quentin, Molly, Lydia, Purple, Samuel, Sindre, and Kin, All I can do is to create this embrace, this vessel, of peace and love where sorrow can reside while you merge into this loss and these crushing adjustments. Grief and love are strange bedfellows, but I hope that the colossal force of the second in…

Zeke was so vivacious and so kind; even though I only knew him for brief moments— a few days with friends in Prague; coffee in Berlin— he was so easy to spend time with. He brought joy with him. I always hoped that we would end up in the same place at the same time…

Dear Zeke,  You played such an integral role in my Dartmouth experience.  Thank you for our long talks and sharing a passion for music, for the thoughtful discussions during our London Music FSP and the spontaneity and adventure of the trip to Italy and especially beautiful Corsica. After college, you made me so proud as you…

Chris, I met you first in spring 2001 at the fundraising, playing „ein eingebildeter Kranker“ with Moira. Having fun together, drawing anatomic hearts on Papierservietten…  I could stay at Chris‘ wonderful family through summer 2001\. Talking swissgerman with him, instead of learning English… he tought me how to make american pancake and chocolate chip cookies. Walking…

I planted a willow tree near a small brook to remember Chris by.