Got a series of IMs from a grad school friend today telling me that another grad school friend died last week. He was only 47.
Chris was the golden boy back when I knew him...the laid-back dude from California, effortlessly cool, handsome in a dark-haired, rakish sort of way and smart as hell. He introduced me to Pulp Fiction, ska music and surfer slang. In addition to his scientific papers, he had patented inventions, and he was of those guys who always asked the good questions during lectures, the kind you wish you were quick enough to have thought of yourself. If he was a little reserved, his charisma masked it and you generally didn't notice.
After he graduated, he went back to California, landed a job in venture capital, married and had a kid. Eventually I heard that he'd taken a prestigious research job at our alma mater, to nobody's surprise. This was a guy who was going places.
I don't know how he died. I can't find anything on Google and I am normally the queen of Google. All I have heard is that since I last saw him, he put on a lot of weight, has had some significant health issues and gone through a divorce. I have no idea if any of that contributed to his passing, but I am heartsick. The world lost a bit of light last week. Rest in peace, Chris.