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Nov 06, 2009 08:00

The funeral was so strange. I woke up that day dreaming of him, crying. I think he was trying to comfort me, and when I looked in the mirror that day, I felt beautiful, and I felt his eyes looking back at me through mine ( Read more... )

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wynternites October 26 2010, 03:43:03 UTC
Hello. You don't know me, but I knew Craig. I was at the funeral, but I couldn't stay... I couldn't handle the fact that they were burying him... not scattering his ashes as I know he would have rather had. I am really glad to hear about the Viking funeral that was held. He would have loved that. He kept promising that I would get to meet you, but things never worked out...and now I'm just an outcasted friend with another small hole in her life...nothing like the hole he left in yours. I went to his grave today...its so hard to believe he's gone. I keep staring at my messenger willing him to pop on and tell me it was all a Halloween prank, that he took you off on some trip... anything but what is real. Silly me. Randi and I were talking about how it would have entertained him if someone had skydived with his ashes scattering them on the world below ( ... )

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