How do you begin to summarize 27 years with Dylan?
From the very beginning, he was inquisitive, funny, and deeply caring. I am reminded of when he was just two years old, walking beside me as we playfully exchanged the “Hello, Newman” Seinfeld greeting—his tiny voice mimicking mine, both of us laughing.
Years later, in junior high, he signed up to run a 5K with me and Tanner. The gun went off, and both of them left me behind in an instant, absolutely crushing their age groups. Classic Dylan—always determined, always impressive.
As he got older, Dylan would come stay with me in San Francisco. He wowed my friends with his knowledge of investing and his writing talents (I wonder if we can find that book he started). We’d go on hikes, enjoy meals together, and he’d pick up a book—only to finish it in a single night.
Some of my most treasured memories are the lunches he’d plan with just the two of us—whether in SF, Walnut Creek, or Tahoe. That one-on-one time mattered to both of us, and I’ll hold those moments close to my heart forever.
I still have some of the limoncello he made, and the jewelry he crafted for me. Symbols of his thoughtfulness, creativity, and love.
I’m heartbroken that he’s gone. I miss him terribly. I wish I could post all pictures I’ve saved—little glimpses into our time together that I turn to often to feel his presence and remember the love we shared.