Weston Litz

Craig and Cindy and Hunter,
I have a few pictures of Weston that I'm sharing with you.
He was such an important person in our family's life during childhood years. Most all campouts, trips (skiing and scouting), birthday parties, sleepovers, included our kids and yours together. I wish I had known him as an adult, but I really only knew him as a child, preteen and teenager. It sounds like he became a person of strong convictions, which does not surprise me at all. He always knew his own mind and what he wanted from life.
My entire family misses him and grieves along with you, we were so sad to hear of his death.
Please know that he is in our hearts. His memory is a precious thing.
Janis Jessen

I feel lucky to have fond memories of growing up with Weston and our other neighbor kids. We both had younger brothers, and we all spent lots of time outside, running around the neighborhood. It's what we would look forward to after coming home from school. I remember Oregon Trail, Dragon Ball Z, Pokémon. Together our families celebrated the transition into the year 2000, and it felt like a very special time. Although we saw each other less as time passed, Weston will live in a special place in my heart from all the time and adventures we spent together.

Weston was my best and oldest friend. We met in the second grade and maintained a close friendship for nearly 30 years. Yesterday would have been his 36th Birthday and his absence is profoundly felt.

Since his passing, I have struggled to not be reminded of Weston on a daily basis. As children, we sat on the roof of the fort in his backyard and played our Gameboys for hours at a time. We shared four years as teammates on our high school rowing team, and in our senior year he was deservingly named captain. He attended my wedding as a groomsman.

I saw him for the last time this past October in New York City. He had recently enrolled at Fordham University in a graduate program for social work. He had a spark in his eyes and an air of reinvigoration that I had not seen in him for years. We walked the bustling streets of the Upper East Side and spoke of old friends, memories, and plans for the future. He held my son, Jack, for the first and only time. We said our farewells.

Weston possessed a sharp intellect and keen memory both of which remained undimmed at the time of his passing. He was a passionate debater and advocate on topics of social justice. He rarely lost an argument. He had diverse and varied interests and could speak knowledgeably on an astounding number of topics. Like any human, he was flawed, but It was impossible to stay angry at him for long.

He was loved by many, myself included. Although the grief of his loss is deeply painful, it is a reflection of the many lives he touched and the affection of those who will cherish his memory. I will never forget him. Miss you buddy.

Weston was one of the most intelligent people I had the pleasure of calling a good friend. When most of our friend group had moved out of Dallas, he was one of the few people left who always made time for us to hang out and talk about the futures we would be building. The care and compassion he gave to those around him, especially his friends and family, is something I'll carry with me for the rest of life. Hearing of his passing was one of the hardest things I had to deal with and I'll do my best to honor the person he was and the life he lived for as long as I can. You'll be greatly missed my brother.