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Richard "Max" Holt Gilmore
February 14th, 1998 - January 17th, 2026
February 14th, 1998 - January 17th, 2026
Updated as of 3/13/26
There will be a live feed of Max's memorial starting at 3pm EDT on Saturday 3/14 - it can be viewed via YouTube by following this link:
https://www.youtube.com/@thatskacie
Updated as of 2.22.26
Dear friends, family and loved ones everywhere: Rebecca, Luke, Ruby, our extended families and I are overwhelmed with gratitude for the outpouring of love and support from all of you and we thank you from the bottoms of our hearts. While this has undoubtably been the darkest and most difficult time our family could have ever imagined, we have been sustained and carried through it by your prayers and the beautiful messages and remembrances you have posted or sent to us privately. You have reminded us that even in our darkest moments, we still live in a world full of beauty, grace and love and there is much to be thankful for. There will be two memorial services for Max; one in Las Vegas on Tuesday February 17, and a another in NYC on Saturday March 14.
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Max was a warm, beautiful, luminous soul who will be remembered among those who knew him for his enormous heart and infectious humor. His love and compassion for his family and friends was boundless. The tenderness of his heart and his abundant goodness were evident for all to see - children, and especially his younger cousins adored him and he adored them back, gathering them up in great arm fulls of squealing, squirming, laughter and love. He lived big, he loved big and he laughed big - he lit up any room he walked in to. His charm and warmth were irresistible.
Max loved his family deeply. From the time he was a baby it sat at the heart of what was most important to him. His relationship with his mom, Rebecca, was one for the ages - borne from the turbulence of their combined, often maddening ADHD lives, it emerged sweet and tender, defined by the immeasurable depth of their love for each other and a mutual understanding that only they could ever know - he was her honey bunny, her dance partner, her baby boy. His love for his younger brother Luke and his little sister Ruby was equally immense. Together, they navigated the wonders of growing up together in NYC as three energetic, creative and sometimes contentious siblings but among the discord and chaos there was always an abundance of love. Max and Luke meant everything to each other - inseparable when they were young, they grew up to become each other's confidant and co-conspirator and Max became Luke's biggest champion. He saw the promise in who his little brother truly is, providing an abundance of optimism and encouragement. They loved each other in the way that only brothers could. Ruby was Max's pride and joy - the immensity of his love for his little sister and his brotherly pride in her accomplishments was beyond description, both for who she has become as a young woman of faith and for her creative and academic achievements. He cheered her on, scarcely able to contain his excitement to watch the next chapter in her life unfold as she prepares to graduate university and serve a mission. Lastly, it would be impossible for me to describe our Maxie without expressing the privilege and blessing it was to be his father. When he came crashing into Bec's and my life he turned our world upside down and at the same time threw us onto the path that led us where we stand today - an eternal family with three amazing kids and a life filled more laughter, tears and sweetness than we could ever have imagined or hoped for. The love and affection he and I had for each other ran to our cores, we were were kindred spirits, two peas in a pod. We journeyed the daily frontier of first born son and first time father together - neither of us would ever have been complete without the other.
His passing has left a huge hole in all our hearts. And while we will miss him terribly, we know he is only a little way ahead of us on the path we all must walk, just around the corner where we can't quite see him. We know the day will come when we will all be reunited again and there will be so much love and so much laughter and so many stories to tell.
Bec, Luke, Ruby and I are deeply grateful for the overwhelming outpouring of love and support from those who have reached out and especially for those who knew and loved our son and brother - it has been such a beautiful confirmation to our family of what we, who knew him best, always knew was best about him - that he brought light to so many lives!
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Cass
I wrote this poem for the memorial, for Max, I call it “Upstairs” This is for the king of volume, lord of deadline-missing, somehow knight and jester of 706, and repeat offender of dog-kissing. 89.3% of photos of max and I together as children feature cake. This can be attributed to the fact that parents take photos of their children during birthdays, but also max and I really liked cake. The most common question I asked throughout childhood, by far, was “can I go upstairs” We’d always find ways to have fun even when it meant needing apartment repairs Like everyone, my childhood ingrained certain things in my neuronal hardware Like knowing that I could fall asleep with any sounds and knowing that Max is always there. I know he wants me to focus on all our best memories. But I struggle, because more than sadness right now I’m just livid. Your growth was exponential but we were not done growing up Yet of course you had to align yourself with the legends in the 27 Club. So I struggle to cater these words for this setting, because I should have been writing this piece for your wedding. Asking your bride “are you really sure” and then telling her she’d never be bored. Because for as long as I can remember we were great at inventing games; They would evolve as Luke, Dylan and Ruby joined, in part to share any blame. We’d play classic duel with nerf guns in the shared building hallway, Then “ghost” where we’d cover one kid’s head with a blanket, spin them around, and run away. We’d see if we could lift each other up with only one finger on each hand, Or throw stuffed animals- or food- at a spinning ceiling fan to see where it lands. Then in high school I would go out past my bedtime to walk Luna with you, Which was really just an excuse to buy sandwiches at Nadal Deli 2. I have a lot of dissociative tendencies and I wonder, psychologically, What it meant to have a child so in tune with his emotions growing up so close with me Without you there’s tv shows I never would have cried to, Songs I wouldn’t have sang, meals not had, issues I wouldn’t have worked through. The last time we spoke at length, I came with you to pick up Luke at JFK I got to see how much you’d grown, and I treasure all we got to say I’ve heard it say that we die twice, first when you take your last breath, And second when you’re last mentioned by those you keep you in their heads. So I promise to keep you alive by mentioning you til the day that I die. But of course, that might be an issue, if I did that every time I think of you, So I can’t promise voicing every time. But I will think of you When I build a Gingerbread house When I see a Portuguese water dog When I see butterflies and bees or someone takes my fries When I watch spirited away If I get an Earwax removal When I listen to AC/DC When I read Tom Sawyer When I come up with an insane game or plan or if something gets thrown at a ceiling fan I love you max. My mischievous twin, may we never blend in.
Mark Overton
Rebecca, Don, Luke, and Ruby, It breaks my heart to know that Max-a-Gazillion was taken away from you all so young. My only hope at this moment is that everyone who ever knew him will remember him for the way he lived his life: with his big heart, infectious laugh, glowing smile, intelligence, kindness, boundless energy, and love for being around friends and family and that we will all carry that with us and spread it across the world.
beatriz de mello
It is said the most painful experience one can have is the loss of a child… Your boy is beautiful, and I will be thinking of him as we sing the Requiem. I sang the same piece two weeks after my brother passed, 5 years ago. At that time, Marcos had felt paralyzed with a blood clot, was rushed to the hospital by firemen and, because of his history with schizophrenia, was wrongly diagnosed and sent home the same night. My sister found him dead the next morning. Singing the Fauré in Connecticut with a church choir was a healing experience which helped me to deal with this unfair predicament. His name was also written in the program, which was quite touching. Please accept my deepest condolences and extend my loving thoughts to your family. Beatriz de Mello, your fellow alto
Tracy Callister
As his auntie, I remember when I first met Max sometime soon after he burst into the world. He was bright, loud, pure and oh so adorable! Our lives consistently intersected during his family’s annual pilgrimage to Utah from NYC and my occasional trip to see them. I think the combination of Max’s big heart and capacity to love and his mom instilling in her kids that family and cousins were cool, Max would come into town and you’d never know we’d been apart. I clearly remember a volleyball game on the grass in my backyard. The teams were a mix of adults and younger kids, one of whom was Max. One by one all the other kids left the game but not Max! He was going to figure this out! He had such grit. No matter how many times he missed the ball or fell down, he just kept on trying. I remember being so impressed with his tenacity. Any encounter with Max included warm conversation and I could count on one of his big, encompassing hugs. He was remarkable in his ability to really be with a person. I remember feeling seen and seeing how he interacted with me raised my awareness that I could do better at really being with the people I am with. Thanks Max. Max, there’s a big hole in my heart and in so many hearts that only you can fill. I’ll look forward to our reunion. Thank you for what you uniquely brought into our lives. I’m thankful for our Savior’s love that makes this possible.
Leo Caceres
Max was a more than special person. One of the greatest things about him was that he always listened. When I speak to adults, most of them acknowledge me, but never really listen to what I have to say. Max was the exception. Whenever I spoke to him he always listened, and never ignored me. I think everyone can try to be that person who listens, and never judges. I will try to follow in his footsteps. I miss you so much.
James Mack
I remember Max having such a vivacious energy about him. I have some distinct memories of Max when he was really young back in the early 2000s when your family lived in Hell's Kitchen. I remember him taking off at breakneck speed down the street around 44th St and 8th Ave and weaving in and out between people and across streets. I couldn't believe how fast he was! I was worried about him, but somehow he had it figured out. That kid was a mover! Such energy! I also remember when you all moved up to Harlem and a certain time when I visited your home. One day, Max was was standing right in front of me in the kitchen while I was talking. He shoulders were about at my waist area. Well, he decided that day he would practice boxing with my groin and got me really good. I doubled over and I'm sure he thought that was hilarious. You never quite knew what to expect with Max. I'm sure my kids would be astrophysicists if that didn't happen, but I don't blame Max. In all seriousness, I could tell he was a special kid and I'll bet his mind raced with a lot of creative, fun ideas and he also gave you a run for your money. I'm so sorry that he is gone for now, but I'm also confident you will see your boy again one day and that he is looking upon you and loving you from a distance. Love you guys.
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