Quoc Nguyen

I’m so shocked to hear of your death, Christopher. We met briefly in Munich when I revived George Benjamin’s opera Written on Skin, and your bright energy was utterly engaging. Your warmth, fun and clear talent shone at every moment and I can’t believe your light has been extinguished so soon. RIP

Words truly cannot express the loss of someone like Christopher. His love for others was boundless, his kindness unparalleled, his artistry inspiring. He was easily one of the most genuine people I’ve had the privilege of knowing, and it’s so hard to believe he’s gone, and that none of us will see his bright eyes…

There are no words to convey my sadness at this news.  Zeke touched me deeply with his positive energy, creativity, and humor.  The picture of us gathering and sipping green Waldmeister from the Dartmouth Club of Germany’s winning cup is indelibly in my mind.  Such carefree days.  He was taken much too soon and the…

Dear Zeke,  I can’t believe you’re no longer with us here, on earth. I don’t know why God needed to summon you to the other side of Life now. I will remain forever grateful for your friendship, which enriched my Dartmouth days and continued beyond the Hanover campus. I still remember catching a glimpse of…