Logan Rich

Logan Rich, eight years old, of Worcester, Massachusetts, died on August 12, 2026, surrounded by the family who loved him beyond measure.

To describe Logan as brave would be to leave out far too much of who he was.

Logan was brilliant, funny, sarcastic, opinionated and totally outspoken. He was an amazing conversationalist who could hold his own on almost any subject, often surprising the adults around him with the depth of his thoughts and the certainty of his opinions. When things became difficult, Logan’s wisdom came through in his advice to his mother: “Be even keel.”

He had a profound curiosity about the world and wanted to try his hand at everything. He whittled and airbrushed. He sewed, drew, danced, sang and loved music. He was a gamer and a chef who especially loved making pizza. He played dominoes, and loved to kick ass at it. He adored animals, particularly octopuses, which he called “a tangle,” and believed the octopus was his spirit animal.

When asked what he wanted to become when he grew up, Logan did not choose just one thing: he wanted to be a scientist and a whittler.

One of the most remarkable things about Logan was the way he noticed other people. He made room for the feelings of other children.

Whether on the hospital ward or on the playground, he paid attention when another child was frightened or hurting. He comforted them and made sure they were all right, even in the midst of his own difficulties. His parents just simply say, “He taught us unconditional love.”

For six years, Logan lived with neuroblastoma. He knew that he was sick, though he did not know the name of the disease he carried. He walked that path with tremendous courage and humor, never allowing the illness to become the thing that defined him.

Near the end of his life, when Logan was offered medication to ease his pain, there were moments when he refused to press the button. He explained that when he did that, he couldn't talk to God.

His parents take comfort now in believing that nothing stands between those conversations with God anymore.

Logan was deeply loved by his parents, Avaram Santram and Rushie Santram, and Riva Dorsey and Chris Rich; his sister Adrianna; his brothers Louis and Troy; and the younger brothers to whom he was a proud big brother, Jeremiah and Christopher.

He had a very special relationship with his grandparents Nana Dru and Mashu; his great-grandmother, lovingly known as Old Nana; his many grandparents and his cousins Fred, Monita, Nicky, Victoria, Dhanya, Eli, Jacoby, Tanuja, Pooja, Ishaan, Karishma, Raveena, Zayne and Kiaan. He was also loved by many aunts, uncles,mousies,mamoos,mousas,mamee and extended family members whose lives are forever changed by having known him.

Logan's life was far too short. But it was not small. He loved fiercely and left the people around him better for having been loved by him.

There are people who move through the world taking in only the surface of things, and then there are the others, the ones who move through this world soaking up the universe and radiating it outward. That was Logan.

In lieu of flowers, Logan's family asks that donations be made in his memory to The Hole in the Wall Gang Camp, an organization serving children with serious illnesses and their families.