In remembrance of Craig Dobis

Craig Dobis 1995-2016 Photo courtesy of John Dobis

If you’ve ever received a hug from Craig, you knew how good they were. 

Craig cared about his community, especially when he lived in Shalom in the Stew-Ville community. He ran for Stew-Ville ASWU Senator wanting to serve and represent the voice of his fellow student. He thoughtfully listened and answered questions – and even though he didn’t win, he still maintained those relationships  he made during his campaign. Craig was forever caring.

— Justin Botejue, Class of 2016

I was a TA for Craig in his American National Politics class. He was extremely inquisitive and was an integral part of many insightful discussions. His impact on the world will be missed.

— Kevin Gleim, Class of 2015

He stood in his new room, surveying his domain with a critical eye. Already Vader and Ironman obscured the dingy walls, scented waxes dispelled the musty smell, and a blue light bulb shone on his neatly ordered desk. I stood in Shalom’s yellow hallway. It was the first day of college, and I was scared.

“I’m Craig,” Craig said. I was struck by how warm his handshake was. His smile emanated an open invitation to friendship.

It was his friendship which got me through freshman year. He was there at the end of the hall, his door open, his home welcoming. You didn’t have to pretend with Craig; you didn’t need to be anybody but yourself, you didn’t need to do anything but be present. He had some inscrutable quality which made you feel at home.

I respect many things about Craig—his integrity, his stubbornness, his loyalty, his laugh— and there are many memories which I cherish: him giving me a Nerf gun for Christmas, my managing his unsuccessful ASWU senatorial campaign, our playing chess in the Mind & Hearth, vigorously cleaning our room sophomore year, his roaring snores, his congratulations after every play I was in. But that first day will define Craig in my memory. I remember his disarming handshake and warm smile. I remember my friend, who carried home with him wherever he went.

— Weston Whitener, Senior