Birth date: Mar 31, 1988 Death date: Mar 15, 2026
Devon Douglas Sorensen was born on March 31st, 1988 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He was the first of five children for Elizabeth and Douglas Sorensen. Living in five states in his early childhood, he followed his father through medica Read Obituary
Hi Devon,
I wondered why I hadn't heard from you and only this morning learned you had crossed over to the other side. It's just like me to be the last to know. We had a pretty good run: ten years! I consider myself lucky to have known you. The depth of our conversations, your sly, (sometimes not so sly) sense of humor, humility, and intellect are amoung the many thing I will miss. I'm sending my love and condolences to your family,
Abrazos,
Fletcher Taylor
It is difficult to put into words the quiet impact one person can have over time.
For many years, I had the privilege of knowing Devon, whose presence carried both depth and warmth. He moved through life with an intelligence that was not only sharp, but deeply reflective, paired with a quiet kindness and sincerity that were evident in who he was. There was a natural thoughtfulness to him, a way of engaging with the world that was both curious and compassionate.
What stood out most was not just who Devon was, but how he chose to be. He met life with a quiet resilience that many may not have fully seen. Having faced profound challenges, he never allowed them to define him. Instead, he carried himself with humility, grace, and often, a disarming sense of humor that brought lightness even into difficult moments.
He was introspective, warm, and caring in ways that felt genuine and steady. Devon had a truly good heart, that revealed itself in small, consistent ways over time.
Devon's absence will be deeply felt for both who he was and how he made others feel in his presence.
It was an honor to have known him. Devon will be remembered with respect, admiration, and quiet gratitude.
As a friend of Devon’s sibling, I only interacted with him a handful of times. Each conversation was intellectually stimulating as his curiosity and intrigue always shone through. He once taught me how to play Beat Saber, an active video game, and completely destroyed me every round. I’m grateful for the memories I have of Devon.
Oh Devon. You had a way of connecting with others in very sincere ways. I will cherish your laugh and smile that you always eagerly shared. You are a man of deep conviction and deep kindness. When one is with Devon they can feel I judged, loved and welcome. I will forever remember gathering for an ugly sweater party with the great Sorensens and us being a poor young family. We had no real ugly sweaters so I quickly put dollar store garlands and bows on our shirts/sweatshirts. When we got there Devon matched my son with dinosaur sweaters and he made my son feel so cool to match. Devon was true to himself at all times and made others feel at home when they were with him. We love you Devon and will miss you earth side. But know you’re probably teaching some good math, sharing some silly jokes and helping others feel loved and welcome there on the other side. Till we meet again!
Devon and I reconnected in Tacoma one day, and he became one of my best friends over the past 6 years. June 26, 2026 would have been our 7th Reconnectiversary!
Devon was one of the smartest people I knew. I offered him a lot of bad advice about work and relationships that was often based on my own pessimistic view of the world and my own insecurities, and he almost always ended up just doing things in his straightforward and honest way. Ironically he ended up teaching me how to actually communicate my wants and needs, because his way worked 90% of the time.
I can’t name all of the times we went to the movies, the comedy club, brunch or dinner, etc. All I know is that it wasn’t enough, and I wish I could have had that one last dinner date at Duke’s like we had planned.
I saw how much Devon evolved over the course of our friendship, from getting a job with Mathnasium and climbing up the ranks to deciding he was ready for something new.
I’ve had multiple times the past few weeks where I thought of something I wanted to text him and tell him or something I wanted to ask him. I knew he would have something wise to tell me or a funny (or slightly inappropriate but funny) thing to say. As it stands, his last messages to me were about how I had to see “The Rehearsal,” so now I have to do that.
Also, Devon, I just heard they’re doing that Pink Floyd laser show in Tacoma. So I don’t know if that’s a sign or what, but I hear you. I took Pink Floyd for granted, and I won’t ever shun an invitation for a night show in Seattle again! But I’m glad I finally gave the first Pink Floyd an album a listen.
I had the opportunity to see Devon grow up. I was blessed to know him as a young boy, to be his scout master, to go on hikes and campouts. He had good friends and loved to be with them, to laugh and run and work together. You could count on Devon and all of his great family. I loved this young boy.
To my horror he then became my patient as I helped take care of him as his doctor when he was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease and watched him fight and move through that with bravery and determination. He had great courage and kept up a positive attitude and went through very hard times, but he made it.
I loved each of his family. His parents and sister and brothers are great people and my heart goes out with love and thanks to them for sharing their son with me. I am a better person because of him and them. I can’t imagine how much they will miss him. We send again our love and condolences to each of them!
Kelly and Sharon Faucette
I remember Devon being a kind-hearted and very intelligent guy. He would have conversations at the dinner table with his family about topics I had no possible way to grasp. It always blew me away what he knew and how he could just recite a ton of information off the top of his head. Whether it was science, math, or history, he could pull out so much information. It was like his brain was an encyclopedia.
Another memory I have is Devon was watching “Hot Fuzz” in the living room with his friends, and Clayton and I ended up watching it with them. There was a lot of laughter, shared snacks, and it was a really heartwarming experience. Years later, whenever I see or hear about movies starring Nick Frost or Simon Pegg, I think about that night.
I remember one day Devon brought home an old purple Dodge mini van. He must’ve gotten it registered in his name because the license plates read “DE VAN.” I don’t think his family was expecting this license plate and one by one they came out to have a laugh at “DE VAN.” It was very easy to spot him driving that van throughout town after that.
I also remember a time when we were all hanging out upstairs in the Sorensen’s game room on these giant beanbags. Devon had brought home a video game called “Destroy All Humans,” and we all watched as he played it. I didn’t really get most of the jokes at the time, so I would just wait for Devon to laugh and then laugh along with him. I was probably in fourth or fifth grade, so a lot of it went over my head, but Devon thought it was really funny, and he was patient enough to explain the jokes to us as he played.
Devon always had a revolving door of loyal friends that enjoyed being around him. If you wanted to find Devon, just wait ten seconds and someone will be laughing loud enough for you to pinpoint him. For someone that struggled with their health, Devon rarely let it get him down. Devon was an early example to me of resilience, not letting the hard times getting to me, and how to be a good big brother.
My kids and I had the privilege of vacationing up at Doug and Elizabeth’s home a few years ago. It happened to be soon after Devon got Huxley. He was training him so kindly, carefully, responsibly with the end goal of Huxley being happy. I remember thinking how lucky I thought Huxley was to have Devon.
On the same trip, Devon showed such kindness and interest to my kids that it warmed my heart. They both left feeling like he genuinely cared about them and wanted to get to know them. Devon genuinely cared about everyone. He was a noble man, kind to the core, empathetic, curious, brave, funny, fun-loving, and generous. I will miss him very much. We send our love to you Uncle Doug, Aunt Elizabeth, Kipley, Clayton, Maria, Matt and Slater.
Devon was a great man. Marrying into his family, I met him in his adult years with little knowledge of who he was and how he fought against overwhelming circumstances. “Smart guy, and honest”, I thought. This first impression proved truer than I could have realized at the time. I spent a week with him and his family in 2021, staying in a spare bedroom at their place. He was not just polite and accommodating, but active and engaging. We shared interests and philosophical viewpoints. His opinions were wise and measured. We found ourselves on the same wavelength. He was unafraid to speak the truth, a rare thing to find in a fellow human. Maybe one could attribute this to his general personality, but I’m guessing a part of it came from staring death in the face for so many years- a perpetual reckoning where anything not essentially meaningful fell away and became unimportant. This was the Devon I knew: A man of courage, a man who had grappled with the terrible and destructive forces in his life and had chosen to see the beauty in the world, in others, and in himself. And with it came freedom. He will forever challenge and inspire me. He was one of a kind. A great man.
-Aaron
As Devon's colleague at Mathnasium, I have deeply appreciated his dedication and hard work. He was incredibly kind and always made sure those around him were set up for success. Just last Thursday, when I accidentally missed a meeting, he took the time to catch me up without hesitation. His sense of humor had a way of instantly energizing our work environment.
I am glad to have expressed my appreciation for Devon both to his face and behind his back. The world could use more people like him. Though, there truly is only one Devon, and he will be dearly missed.
