My Dear Craig,
It is now 2012. This year will mark the five-year anniversary of your death. Perhaps it’s time for me to write you a letter…
I wish we could meet for lunch just one more time. I would have so much to say. I would be so willing to listen. Remember those peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwiches? That’s what I would order. Surely you would recognize me by this meal because I think I’ve changed so much you might not recognize me now. I’m all grown up, and even willing to merge into fairly busy traffic! I was 19 when we met and nearly 48 when you died. You remain the greatest influence of my life, and it is good.
You didn’t just leave me in the tragic five-year departure leading to your death. You left me left me with a tiny invisible box containing all the hope you had. It took me a few years before I could untie the bow, open the lid, and release the lessons tucked inside. My fingers weren’t agile enough to accept the box. Continue reading »

