The man was a master at fostering encouragement. As a journalism major, he was my counselor and helped me immensely while writing my senior thesis. He knew the right thing to say and I always felt better after meeting with him in his office.
On my graduation day in 1987, I ran into him on my way to picking up my sheepskin at the Livingston student center. He wanted to meet my parents. So I led him to them. He wanted to tell them it was a pleasure teaching me, saying I was a hard worker and they had nothing to worry about in regards to my future. He said I'd succeed due to my tenaciousness. His words meant a lot to me and my parents.
R.I.P. Prof. Cohen. You will be missed.