CJ Stern

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 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…

I babysat for Christopher and his sister, in Dornach, Switzerland, in 1985; Christopher was a delightful, steady, poised, sweet kid.  I am blown away that this uniquely loving, kind, gifted, creative man’s life has come to a sudden end amidst so much beautiful vitality. Each and every day, so important, so mysterious, so precious. Thank you,…

A verse from Rudolph Steiner… Up to the heights of life we rise through childhood and youth; and then descend toward earth’s final goal. The spirit is revealed at every stage; first spirit creates the body’s strength; then, from physical power, invisible life releases itself enriched once more, becomes one with what It first grew…

I only knew him for a brief few weeks as he culminated his time at Dartmouth College in NH. I was lucky enough to be part of his Mozart Requiem project, through which his charisma, talent, passion for music and conducting, and unflinching ambition shone brightly. He had the voice of an angel! When we…

College was a really formative time in my life. I know that this was the case for Zeke. That he embraced the freedom to rediscover himself is signaled most obviously by the fact that all of us who met him in Hanover know him as Zeke, not as Chris or Christopher. In fact, because the…