I first met Emily in 2009 during our freshman year at Menlo. Emily and I had several classes together and became fast friends. Every new school year, she would come back from her summer trips to Lake Powell with tons of fun stories and an amazing tan that made her eyes look so blue. I have fond memories of many sleepovers in her family's guest room (which we referred to as "the chill zone" back then), walking the dish, riding around town in her Volvo, and playing with Oakley as a puppy.
For a period of time in high school, we both thought that we might want to become doctors, and so our senior year we jumped at the opportunity to shadow a Menlo dad who was a neurosurgeon at a hospital in Fremont. We woke up early to drive there together, but on our way there, just as we drove onto the Dumbarton bridge in Emily's car, we ran over something in the middle of the road. We were confused and didn't see anything, but a few seconds later, we were hit with a horrible smell. We quickly realized that we had hit a skunk that had apparently made its way onto the bridge, and there was absolutely nothing we could do. We were screaming and laughing and trying not to suffocate or crash. Emily somehow managed to get us there safely and we fortunately did not smell as bad as the outside of her car did. It was truly an unforgettable day, and we even got the opportunity to scrub in and watch a spinal surgery together.
After college, I was lucky enough to overlap with Emily in NYC and rekindle our friendship. She already lived in the city when I moved in 2019, and having a friend there was so comforting. There was never once a dull moment with Emily - each time I saw her, she had so many life updates and new things going on, whether she was taking up a new hobby like sewing, debuting a new hairstyle, or pivoting careers and landing her dream job. Her life was so spontaneous and full of action. She was so excited when she secured an amazing apartment on one of the most coveted streets in the West Village for a great deal during Covid, and she put so much care and thought into decorating it to maximize space and make it her home. I know Emily's mental illness never left and she struggled with dark times because of it, but despite these challenges, she built a very full and exciting life for herself in NYC, and I am so proud of her for that.
It breaks my heart to think about the pain that Emily was in. She did not deserve the mental health card she was dealt, but I find comfort in knowing that she had such a supportive and loving family to lean on. One recent memory stands out that really attests to this from when I spent Emily's birthday with her a few years ago in NYC. Almost everything was shut down because of covid, so her mom planned a zoom party during which everyone went around and said what they loved most about Emily. Dave read her the most thoughtful and sweet poem that he had written for her. I was literally holding back tears at the time thinking how lucky she was to have such a tight-knit and loving family.
Dave, Alisyn, Matt, Sam and Eliza (and new spouses and babies who I have not met but have heard lots about from Emily) - Emily loved you so much and was extremely grateful for you. Thank you for so bravely sharing your words and memories of Emily at her memorial, and for bringing an amazing person like Emily into the world. I feel lucky to have so many special memories to look back on with her.
Rest in peace Emily - you are very loved and missed.