I'm so sorry to have just learned about your father's passing. He was a gentle and kind man who opened up his home to me while I interned at the Arizona Republic.
It's been unusually hot in the West and it triggered memories of my 2007 summer in Phoenix - your father generously allowed me to be a guest for my 3 month stay and welcomed my golden retriever as well.
Before I arrived, Preston made sure I was aware of the hot Phoenix weather by sending weather reports and other notes of concern. Once I arrived, he immediately made me feel at home and I enjoyed our conversations about everything since Preston presented topics in such an intellectual and interesting way.
We had kept in touch via email - he wrote me a kind email after my goldie past away. I regret not having written to him more often.
Despite the many unbearable 110+ degree days I experienced in Phoenix, I will look upon them fondly due to Preston and his wonderful outlook on life - I remember the days when he would rise early and take long motorcycle rides up north and his smile whenever he spoke about you - he was so proud of you and it showed.
Please accept my sincere condolences and know that you and Preston will be in my thoughts.
I was very sorry to read of the passing of Preston Longino. I did not know him personally, but while researching the Pritikin Program I ran across his name and a brief recap on how he did on the program. It was very inspirational. I am very sorry he passed away.
Christie, I just heard about your father. I worked for him for three years. You were very young and slightly older than my daugher. On one occasion, you played together at your dad's house when we were invited over for dinner. He was a generous man and treated me well. I am sorry for your loss.
I've not written anything because I just cannot believe you're gone. But there aren't any more 4:00 am phone calls, and there aren't any more pithy e-mails. The October rendezvous got delayed, but I thought that it surely would happen, in November. You sounded so good when we last spoke… so much better!
I wish I'd have been brave enough to say these things when it would have mattered. Obviously, I wasn't.
I've never known a more kind and generous person than you… with your time, with your knowledge, with your resources. You almost single-handedly restored my faith in humanity. You're too good to be gone. Especially now. The world needs your sage advice, clarity and wisdom.
I'm glad you didn't have to see the election results. There's slight solace in that.
Today's Thanksgiving. I'm thankful that I met you and knew you for as long as I did. You helped me heal. I'm thankful for all the memories and all the fun, all the discussions, even the three hours of texting during the Miss America Pageant... Red Devil's Pizza and A.J.'s Bear claws; just holding your hand while we slept, knowing that you were there, right beside me. It was a good, safe, reassuring feeling.
I loved your mind. Your brilliance was only surpassed by your humility. I'll never forget what you told me about testifying in court. If a person asked me could I tell them what time it was, what would my answer be?
I'm so glad you got to spend the last two years up in the Mountains. I know how much you wanted to be there. Good on you!
You made such a difference in so many people's lives, and you were so loved. Why is it only now, when you can't hear me or read this, can I say it?
This isn't fitting, it doesn't do you justice, but I honestly can't think of the right words; the perfect metaphor; the bon mot; to pay tribute to the Greatest Man I Never Knew. There were so many more years more needed to know all about you, and even that wouldn't have been enough, because you were always evolving. I'd barely made a start. The tears just won't stop. For twenty days, now, they've been pervasive. But that's just me being selfish. I know that there are no accidents, and things happen for a reason. I hope the sprinkles helped make things a little better.
It's a quiet night in the Cimarron Valley, but know that you'll forever be in my thoughts and in my heart.
I only just learned that your father has passed. He was quite a man and I considered him very dear. I hope your memories bring you great comfort through this very difficult time. As I type, I am reminded of his laugh and his laser wit. He will be sorely missed. I wish you peace.
Lorraine and Christie:
We just learned the terrible news of Preston's passing in a conversation with Ellen Harrington Campbell, a fellow PU classmate and longtime friend. Our hearts are broken for your loss and we send our dearest love to both of you.