Hank was our next-door neighbor and dear friend during the time that we both lived at Bridges in Austin. He became extended family to us and we loved him very much. We're very sorry for his loss. 

Some of the things we appreciated most about him were his brilliance, generosity, sass, laugh, and storytelling. He enjoyed sharing his experiences and did so in the most entertaining, nuanced, and layered way. We spent hours in the hallway between us, chatting (ad nauseam) about business, San Francisco, France, Eric (his son) and Karl/Brad (our sons), politics, and history. I never worried about what to talk about with Hank. He was never without a story. I think we must've kept (most of) our talks to the hallway, which was literally between our doors, for fear that the conversation wouldn't end at some point. He gave THE BEST business advice, without any pretense or condescension -- he had an incredible professional pedigree, but he treated everyone equally and genuinely recognized peoples' unique talents & strengths. He had strong opinions and a fun, sharp sarcasm that made conversation fun and engaging. We shared many dinners, parties, walks, appointments, and leftover dinners with each other. He was a lover of art and had impeccable taste. He was always buttoned up and looked dapper. And he hated fruit-forward wine. But mostly he was real and he was himself. We love that about him. <3 We miss you Hank. 

Hank was always more than just a friend, he was a great mentor, foodie partner-in-crime and a wealth of information on all things technology related. He was also the adopted father of my best friend Erik, and even though our age gap was decades apart, we bonded instantly the first time we met at brunch over a decade ago when he visited Erik in Singapore. 

 Over the years and many regular phone chats, I had come to know Hank as a very caring father, a good friend with a sympathetic and patient ear, and who was sometimes a child at heart when the right topic came up (usually about gadgets, he was such a big nerd about all things Apple). He always had an opinion about the latest gadgets, and sometimes, we would even end up buying the same toys. 

During the last couple of years, we started planning for foodie trips. Our first stop was to be Chicago, and after months of planning we met up in the fall of 2019 and had a memorable dinner at Alinea, together with his nephew Craig and his wife Tara. After that amazing trip, we talked about planning another foodie vacation the following year, but unfortunately, that was the last time I met him in person. Shortly after Chicago, he was diagnosed with cancer, and then Covid happened.

I remember our last conversation, a couple of months before he passed. He was in unusually good spirits, and we chatted for almost three hours. We talked about our usual topics, and about Erik at length, he was always worried about Erik’s well-being. He was an exemplary father, and even though they were in different parts of the world, their bond was very strong, they were both blessed to have had each other in their lives for so many years. 

I will miss him terribly, and I am attaching a photo of Hank contemplating eating a balloon at Alinea below. I will never forget that amazing evening.

Hank has been a mentor during my beginnings as head of marketing for Apple Europe. His advice across the board was invaluable. He helped me navigate the dynamics between the headquarter, the countries and the European office,  He believed in me more than I did at the time. 

I will always be grateful for that. We remained in touch thru my move to Cupertino and my subsequent job changes. He was unique, chatty, insightful, argumentative and sometimes unpredictable. He will stay close to my heart. May he rest in peace.

Hank hired me to be his EA at FormFactor back in 2006. From the beginning, we had a great working relationship. We would spend hours chatting in his office (sometimes about work but most times about life). He often called me his psychiatrist because he would go on and on about his personal life (which I had no problems listening to).

What started as a great boss, turned into a great friend. We attended a few Giants games together and when he wasn't attending with us, he always volunteered his parking spot for my husband and I to park. The last time I saw him was right before he moved to Texas. I remember crying on BART because I had a feeling I would never see him again. As the years went on, we kept in touch over the phone.  I would update him on my daughters and on my husband and he would tell me of his latest travels. We always caught up about the Giants and if it was "going to be their year". Well Hank, I hope you are wherever you are with a front-row seat. Our boys are going to take it all the way! Rest easy my friend!