I got a dreaded email from Steve Thomas on August 13, 2017:
With great sadness I write to tell you of the passing yesterday of our friend and classmate, Doug Senchak. Doug’s health had been failing for a while. Myself and classmates Arnie Trasente and Andrew Savulich were were en route from our homes when Doug passed. We all gathered and spent time with with his family yesterday at their farm in upstate NY.
It brought me back to the last time I spoke with Doug. He had called me to let me know of the passing of Peter Isaza, several years ago, and we took the opportunity to catch up. I hadn't spoken to him since I first recontacted him when he was still in the City.
I know that in the process of trying to locate everyone that on more than one occasion I remember thinking that this was an opportunity lost, that this person could have ended up a close friend, with a friendship that would have lasted over the years with many happy memories and many laughs if things had turned out slightly differently. This was certainly true between Doug and me.
Our lives just didn't intersect at acute enough angles. Instead we passed the point and our own momentum just drove us onward. I will always regret that but I am also grateful to Steve, Arnie and Andy for standing in my place in memory of Doug. Even though we never spent that much time together, the time we did was good, his presence was always appreciated, and he will always be remembered by me for his ready wit and smile.