Posts Tagged ‘Neil Dolinsky’

When Neil Met Irwin

April 8, 2010

Neil Dolinsky, with daughters Helen and Luci, just weeks before his unexpected passing

My best friend, Neil, who died of a sudden heart attack last May a few days after his fiftieth birthday, was a big fan of Minneapolis businessman Irwin Jacobs. I worked with Neil for seven years at an investment management firm and he was always searching for investment opportunities, intent on finding lucrative deals for his clients.

I mention Irwin Jacobs because one day Neil found himself seated right behind Irwin on a business flight. When Neil realized who was sitting in front of him, he felt a rush of nervousness and excitement (much like I would have felt had I found myself sitting behind (more…)

Farewell to a Wonderful Friend

June 22, 2009
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Back row: Neil's sister Karen, Neil's wife Cathie, Neil, Neil's brother Steve. Front row, Neil's daughters Luci and Helen, Neil's mom Bev.

Today is the memorial service for Neil Dolinsky, one of my best friends in the world. I wanted to share the eulogy I’ll be delivering in order to celebrate Neil’s life and to introduce him to those who were not fortunate enough to know him.

Postscript: Everyone who spoke at Neil’s service did a wonderful job. I am including their eulogies as well because everyone knew Neil in a different light and all of our tributes together painted a complete portrait of this unique man. Indeed, after the service, more than one person commented that even if they hadn’t been close to Neil, they now felt like they really knew him.

All photos were taken between April 5 and April 15, 2009.


MY EULOGY FOR NEIL

Neil was my friend. I was two years ahead of Neil in high school, where we met, and we later worked together for seven years at a small investment management firm.

One of my most enduring, and endearing, memories of Neil was spending time in Mr. Thompson’s computer lab at Apollo High School in the months leading up to Neil’s sixteenth birthday. I had programmed the computer—which was nothing more than a teletype with yellow paper—so that as soon as Neil logged on, it printed out exactly how many weeks, days, minutes and seconds he had to wait until he turned sixteen and could get his driver’s license. Neil was so excited about getting his license, and he thought that program was so cool, that we visited that teletype pretty much every day.

After all, as everyone here knows, Neil could be described in two words: (more…)