Gen was the first friend I had when I started working at Stuzo in Philly. She brought me flowers on National Admin day and baked me a funfetti cake on my birthday. I think the two of us ate the whole thing. When my old boss told me she died I really had no words. It's been a few years now but I vividly remember going to Prohibition Taproom after work to talk about life and splitting a Lindemans Framboise with her. I always saw her in my mind as this brilliant, strong little flame lit in a big black space - I'm not sure why. She was genuine in ways that most people are too afraid to be. For that, I will always thank her. Hope you're resting easy now.