There was a tremor in the force on the day Craig died. A tremor that will reverberate across the Universe unending. When a man such as Craig passes, the time space continuum warps violently and attempts to self-correct the grievous wound from such a loss of generosity, humility and kindness. The truth is that it can never be healed.
Craig and I met in the bookstore where we worked together in 1992. There he was - a tall balding man with ruddy cheeks wearing a sweater vest and a Star Trek pin above his name tag. We became friends over the course of days, talking about books and customers who wanted that new book with the blue cover, but didn't know the title. We survived the Madonna Sex book, Private Parts and the Celestine Prophecy fads. Despite our very different stances on politics and religion, of which we viciously argued, we came to love each other. Here was the Brother of my heart I didn't know I was looking for and I became the sister of an only child whose heart was as big as the sky.
My husband met Craig and we became a family. Craig was at the hospital the same day our son was born to cuddle his new nephew. It was the same when his niece was born a few years later. Uncle Craig was loved whole heartedly by our kids and when we had to tell them he died unexpectedly it was devastating. They looked up to Craig, knew he loved them and they could call him to chat or text about the serious and the silly. One of our favorite memories is Craig sitting in our living room, with nine border collie/lab mix puppies crawl over his broad chest and lap, laughing like a loon the whole time. Soft heart, big laugh - that was our Craig.
We insulted each other. It's what we did, part of what made us...well, US. We shared a mutual love of geekery: Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, Dr. Who. He was the only one I knew who remembered the name of the Japanese Anime show from the 80's I used to watch. I've forgotten the name again and not being able to call him and say "Hey, what was the name of that show again?" is just one of the small simple ways he will be missed. That intimacy of years. I'll never understand his love of all the Zombie things though.
When he met his future wife and introduced her to us, it was one of my greatest joys seeing that she loved him as deeply as he loved her, that they had just been waiting to find each other and were perfectly suited together. Because she loved him, we loved her. She is another gift in our lives from Craig, this new sister.
Words are inadequate to express the true grandness of his heart, the joyousness of his humor, the depth if his generosity. How much we will miss him cannot be defined.
Craig's passing leaves behind memories - of love and laughter, of awesome calorie laden meals, epic weekend games of Risk or Catan, hours of movies and bourbon tasting. These are the true gifts Craig gave to us - Love, Family, Fun and the deepest Friendship. He made us better people.
May you find wondrous adventures in the Final Frontier of the Heavens, my dearest brother. You will always be at home in our hearts.