For many years my family stayed at Whitney’s home while we visited my brother C.J. for the Holidays. So, as it was meant to be, our paths crossed with Stuart’s at the most opportune time. We can be added to the large chorus of people whose lives were enriched by Stuart’s presence.

Bob and I were in the mist of navigating the middle school years, while dealing with life’s challenges and doing our best to raise our daughter to be true to herself, a self-thinker and independent.

I will be eternally grateful for the kitchen table chats shared by Stuart and my daughter. His instinctual understanding of her intellect and uniqueness made their conversations invaluable.

I’ll always remember our epic New Year’s game of charades that was accompanied by laughing so hard we all couldn’t catch our breath. Truly epic.

Perhaps, no less significant, thanks to Stuart teaching me how HE makes ginger bread houses, MY ginger bread houses will forever more have stained glass windows.

Our condolences to everyone. It is such a shock to lose Stu, always so strong and vibrant.

We're glad we were able to see him and Zara last summer.

We were down in Pennsylvania when we got the news, along the Susquehanna, at the spot—his great grandmother's house—where Stu had some of his earliest river experiences. 

We are thinking of you all. We'll see you on May 3, as will my brother, Joe.