Abundant Life After Divorce
We came together on the 21st of July, l989, to pay our last respects to my friend Craig. It was the usual scene--a room full of strangers wondering what role each played in Craig's life; everyone looking for clues to the real Craig. I had my own memories of the long bull sessions and the Saturday morning breakfasts, but I suspect they were a lot like everyone else's. I was all too aware that Craig had come close, but apparently not close enough, to sharing the pain that wracked his life. There was small comfort in knowing that I was not alone in my failure to disarm Craig so that he could begin to heal.
Small comfort now.
Craig lay there with that boyish grin on his face and a stuffed Garfield beside him. That was Craig all right. It's like he alone knew what the joke was about and had gotten the last laugh. There were a few who were out of control, but most of us were just stoic working folk, remembering the little things about Craig that had touched us so deeply, each with a story probably similar to the others. It was affirming of Craig's life and of our reaction to him that the funeral hall was packed to the doors. For all of us, it meant that Craig had more friends than he ever realized.
That much we had in common.
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