John Keshishoglou

We lost John to cancer on 24 August 2011.

It was the day my parents celebrated their 32nd wedding anniversary, the day we scored a victory in the board room, the evening we were celebrating a reunion of friends, under the bright Singapore sky, over pub grub and discussions on who we should vote for President. But, the exhilarations of those events faded in an instant when I received a text message from Pia with news no one was ready for.

I had always imagined that Professor John E. Keshishoglou would live forever.

There were many things we said we were going to do. I was going to visit him, Barbara and Max during one of the summers. Spent days out in their boat. He was going to see me get out of grad school and live out those plans we had discussed for years.

I am not sure whether guilt, nostalgia or sorrow should be allowed to continue to manifest, as has been the case for the past night where I have gone without sleep. If I want to celebrate John, then how I feel at this point really should not matter, rather, how we choose to celebrate him.

Today, we have lost a great man, a legend, a mentor to many, someone I am eternally indebted to. But, we will keep John in our memories, always, and live out those aspirations and dreams we had designed and dreamt up together.

Prof Kesh, you greek god you.

I miss you so much.

I will never stop telling stories of you, and the legacy you have left behind. It will be my personal mission to keep you alive in our hearts and minds.

Rest in peace now.

 

8 Replies to “John Keshishoglou”

  1. Rebecca, thank you so much for the touching posting. I printed it out. I hope you don’t object that I will display it with a collage of photos of John at his memorial service on Friday. Barbara Keshishoglou.

  2. Rebecca,
    I was a student who had Dr Kesh as my advisor at IC and just now (dec) read of his passing in August. Crushed doesn’t come close to describing how I feel. I, too, felt he was immortal I guess.

    Regards,
    Heather ( IC ’93)

  3. Rebecca,

    I, too, felt like Kesh would live forever, and am trying to set aside my feelings of guilt and regret for not being in touch, for not visiting more often or sooner, while facing the deep sorrow of losing such an amazing mentor. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this blog. It is clear that many of us had a similar admiration and friendship with our professor. He was incredibly influential in my life, and his words will continue to be a driving force in my path. Like Heather, I just learned of his passing through the IC newsletter. A dear friend of mine who now lives in Israel shares our grief. He really inspired and changed the lives of so many.

    With great sadness,
    Amy (Ithaca College, Class of 99′)

  4. Dear Rebecca,

    I was sent to your blog via Amy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and for giving me and others a chance to do so as well. I echo you and the others who thought Dr. Kesh will live forever. The courses I took with Dr. Kesh in Ithaca College opened my eyes and made me want to learn more about the world, try to make it better. He was a true inspiration and I can’t believe he is gone. May you rest in peace Dr. Kesh.

    Kaori (Ithaca College, Class of ’99)

  5. Hi, I am very sorry to read this post and to read it so late. I did not know about this until I suddenly decided to google for Prof Kesh’s name cos I got so nostalgic about school. Prof John Kesh taught me first at NTU in 1994 and it was because of him that I was able to study for six months at Ithaca College in 1997. That changed a lot for me. During my time in Ithaca, I had the luck to visit his amazing home – the sprawling trees in the backyard! i still remember him recounting how he planted them when they were babies. And then of course, his dog! I forget his name but boy, the dog came straight for my arm and tackled me to the ground. That was fun! Also, his goose that pecked the dog on its nose. I would love to be able to contact his family. Is there any way I can do so? Many thanks.

    Bridgette See, NTU, Class of 1998.

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