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Mon, 13 Oct 2003I arrived in SLC mid-morning, returning from Filipe's funeral and mass in Chile. I learned of Craig's death when I got to our house. He died shortly after I talked with him on the phone last Sunday, when I informed him that I couldn't go hiking because I was catching a plane to Chile. But we kept our plans to go camping for 4-5 days this coming Friday.
Death, the presence of an absence. His not being here staring me right in the face. The days, weeks, years ahead without him. The hikes we planned, the music we played, the lines we wrote laughing while hiking:
tahightahike
beyond the copper mine
the sun that never came
loaded but gone