As my roommate for my first year of college, Austin Hudson-LaPore shared a tiny Pierce double with me in room 1018. Sleeping 6 feet apart for a whole school year, and the following summer two rooms apart, we became very close friends.
I will always miss his liberal opinions, baseball stats, and our late night discussions about everything from crazy professors to Krugman economics, not to mention the time both of us rushed out of our room at 3 AM to find an exploding toilet. He was the kindest, most caring, and most intelligent person we had in Pierce Hall, I don't know anyone that disliked him for anything.
From the page long emails we exchanged before living together to the Scav items we completed to the chemistry Austin taught me. I couldn't imagine my college life without him, and I certainly wouldn't know nearly as much classical music.
Without Austin, the Classy Dinner Club will never feel like we have a full table, Shorey House will always be missing strong opinions and a helpful hand, and I will always be missing a friend.
The last words I wrote to him, a week before he disappeared, "*not sure, but I'll ttyl" Austin never believed in God or an afterlife, but maybe he'll see this anyway, and know that I wish we could finish our discussion and have many more years of friendship, and I wish I could tell him how much he meant to all of us.
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” For Austin, there will only be stories of the good he did. Hug those you love extra tight tonight, and remember to live each day to the fullest.
RIP Austin Hudson-Lapore.
I will always miss his liberal opinions, baseball stats, and our late night discussions about everything from crazy professors to Krugman economics, not to mention the time both of us rushed out of our room at 3 AM to find an exploding toilet. He was the kindest, most caring, and most intelligent person we had in Pierce Hall, I don't know anyone that disliked him for anything.
From the page long emails we exchanged before living together to the Scav items we completed to the chemistry Austin taught me. I couldn't imagine my college life without him, and I certainly wouldn't know nearly as much classical music.
Without Austin, the Classy Dinner Club will never feel like we have a full table, Shorey House will always be missing strong opinions and a helpful hand, and I will always be missing a friend.
The last words I wrote to him, a week before he disappeared, "*not sure, but I'll ttyl" Austin never believed in God or an afterlife, but maybe he'll see this anyway, and know that I wish we could finish our discussion and have many more years of friendship, and I wish I could tell him how much he meant to all of us.
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” For Austin, there will only be stories of the good he did. Hug those you love extra tight tonight, and remember to live each day to the fullest.
RIP Austin Hudson-Lapore.
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