Samuel McMullen
There just aren’t words but I’ll try as time goes on.
My cousin, my friend, my other brother. Thank you for it all: Munich operas, Boston restaurants, Norwegian cabins, Moosilauke hikes, French books, Cape Cod sandcastles, London museums, and countless WhatsApp voice memos. Thank you for being simultaneously here and there, for both listening and teaching, and for laughing the whole damn way. What a privilege…
Christopher, like his namesake, seemed to us to have a short life, and yet his torch lit so many fires. He would never quench a smoldering wick, but fan it into a flame to ignite the next one. <strong><i>On the way to the paradise, our road may be short or long. Give joyfully a sacrifice,…
Christopher was my nephew and a wunderkind. Among his long list of qualities, I was impressed by his ability to momentarily interrupt his passionate drive to meet his goals with some goofy joie de vivre. While appearing serendipitous, I often wondered if it was part of his recipe for success. His abrupt passing is a…
June 24-Wed early am: I woke up to intense rain this morning. The skies are crying. I have wanted to write here but just couldn’t. It’s impossible to find words to express what our family is experiencing. It’s been nearly a week since we’ve heard the news of your passing. One week has felt like…
Cousin Chris, Across all platforms of life, you were open-hearted. You physically welcomed me to your home. You let me sit next to you, quietly, as you prompted opera singers in Munich. You taught me Russian on a beach. We baked bread over a fire. We fixed your computer, phone and iPad at and apple…
Allerliebster Chris, It’s hard to write this with tears in my eyes and such a heavy heart over your sudden and untimely death. You were just getting started… Will I really never hear your infectious laughter or Schwäbisch talk again? Your endless knowledge about everything and enthusiastic throat clearing? I can’t imagine you never coming…