As some of you may have heard already, one of my heroes was killed over the weekend. When I heard, I was a bit dumbstruck. I wasn’t real sure what to think. Death comes unexpectedly. As I’ve had a couple of days to put a thought together, I realize that I don’t have to say anything. It’s really already been said. He did the job really well.
I only met Craig less than a handful of times. But I’m sensing that it didn’t take much to see how great this man was. Greatness is a unique thing. Few have it. Those who do are not only remembered, but respected.
I’m still not real sure which words to use to articulate my thought. But as I was coming down the stairs to my desk a few minutes ago, I remembered a line I used at the end of my last blog.
From one death comes many a life.
It’s funny how you rarely visit someone during your life and then you can travel thousands of miles to their funeral. The reason is that we don’t realize the impact that we have on each other.
I’d bet money that his funeral will be overrun with climbers from all over the country.
I know death is a part of climbing, but dammit, it still sucks. He was one of the great ones.