Bo Lyu

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

Passing along this memory on behalf of Bill Summers’s, Zeke’s Senior Fellowship advisor at Dartmouth: A great shadow has darkened the sky.  The birds have begun their silent mourning.  They sense the powerful moment of someone’s passing.  Nature knows another spirit has retired from the earth, and we who remain behind veil our faces as…

Zeke and I were Dartmouth classmates and have always had a musical bond. We didn’t run in the same friend circles but always supported each other’s endeavors. I was very touched that he not only attended my senior recital but took it upon himself to help my parents set up the small reception. I had…

Chris had the brightest soul of anyone I have ever known. Over the past few days it is clear to see that those who knew Chris as family, friend, musician, or otherwise would agree. As friend and mentor, Chris taught me so much both musically and beyond and the trust he showed KCLSO and myself…

I believe we are at nine trees (though it might be 12) some of which came from McMullen-Laird Acres up north. There is even a weeping white pine and a weeping spruce, amid sassafras, and other varieties.

“Wohin können wir denn sterben, wenn nicht in immer höheres, größeres, schwersterblicheres – Leben hinein!” (Christian Morgenstern)  Vom 17.-31.8.2001 war ich als Krankenschwester beim “annual Summer Therapeutic Retreat at Lake Huron Retreat Center, Michigan”. Das war initiiert durch Molly und Quentin McMullen und Christopher war so etwas wie ein merkurieller Multimanager, kannte sich immer aus,…