John Prevost

Zeke was one of my first friends at Dartmouth. We haven’t crossed paths since graduation but his voice and presence come so clearly to mind when I think of him. That incredible energy. It is so sad to hear of his passing. My thoughts are with his family.

Cape Cod is a haven for all of the Lairds and Christopher spent so many loving days with his Grandfather here. He shared Summers on the Cape with his siblings as children, and played with my Daughter when she was five.  Over the years he brought so many friends, as this was a second home…

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

Already as a 14-year old, Christopher had the baton in his hand, leading a group of about 12 elderly Health Retreat patients and staff in songs.  ‘How can he and how does this young boy dare work with us oldies’ I (who could have been his grandmother) wondered. But soon enough it was clear: his…

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…

September 2004: first time I met you, joyfully welcoming me at Dartmouth. January 2020: last time I hugged you, after celebrating my mother’s Befana in Italy. In between, too much for now, but I’ll share more. I’m shocked and I cry. Romeo is not informed, but he asked me: “Mamma, hai bisogno di un’abbracciatona?”. I’m splitting it…