How do I even begin to share how special and transformative my love and relationship with Sanjay was to me? This was the opening line of the eulogy that I wrote after his sudden death at the age of 53, on 11-25-22, the day after Thanksgiving. He had just finished playing two games of pickleball, when he went down to his hands and knees and laid down on the court. I ran to his side where he sat up for a moment and said he was alright. Then he fell back into my arms and I held his head up from the hard concrete and begged him to breathe.