By Joshua Sipkin
Perhaps because of his youth. Perhaps because of his exuberance. Or perhaps because he was such a good guy. Though not in that cliched, perfunctory way of saying it.
Perhaps because of his youth. Perhaps because of his exuberance. Or perhaps because he was such a good guy. Though not in that cliched, perfunctory way of saying it.
So it is likely all of the above why this one feels a lot sadder and why this one hurts with the pain of a thousand gut punches.
Craig, of course, wouldn’t have hurt a fly. In fact, he probably would have complimented the thing.
“Cool wings, dude. Pretty awesome those eyes on top of your head.”
In recalling his knack for amassing people, Craig was eulogized as being an “instant friend.” Indeed. A stranger could approach him, introduce themselves and Craig would say something like, “You’re friends with someone who knows someone I know? Come on in!”
Without judgment or pretense Craig welcomed all he encountered. You, whoever you were, could be yourself.
Because Craig, perhaps most impressively of all, was happy to be himself. Without doubt he would say he was lucky to be him. Quirks, idiosyncrasies and all.
Attributes both rare and marvelous.
Adjectives we might otherwise use to describe a gem.
Adjectives we might otherwise use to describe a gem.
