I first met Gombu nearly 20 years ago when I began climbing. He and my husband, Phil, were close friends and shared many expeditions together. When I was training to climb Mt. Everest, I asked Gombu his opinion on whether or not I had what it takes. He gave me a Thangka, which still hangs on my office door today, and looked me in the eye and assured me that I would be successful. I was not so sure at the time, but his words of encouragement helped provide me that extra confidence.
Gombu had a huge heart and even with his incredible accomplishments was the most humble man I have ever met. Those who knew him will remember a kind spirit, a powerful mountain climber and simply a great friend.
The mountaineering world has lost a true icon.
