March 25, 2021
March 25, 2021
When we cross a certain age threshold, there is a tendency to look backward as least as much as we might look forward. And it is natural to consider the past, when we reach a time when we have "more yesterdays than tomorrows". In this frame of mind I recall a time about 40 years ago when a group of four young 20-something men rented a house on Rawlings Drive in San Jose. The roommates changed from time to time as some married, or moved on for other reasons.
Craig was our roommate for many of those years in the 1980s. I remember his optimism and energy. He was someone, more than most of us, who sought to embrace life to the full. He was also a man of unswerving, even mystical, faith. It was good to be around him, and have him as a friend.
We had many people come through that house. People the church didn't quite know what to do with, who needed a place to stay for awhile. Some colorful characters, some rather needy, some just needing a place before they could move on. So many memories, so many stories, so many people. It was a time and a place we will not see again. And Craig was there for all of it, continuing after I moved out at the end of 1987.
In the end, we all moved on to other things. But these friendships remained, tempered by new responsibilities, time and distance. I miss Craig. I remember all the times we had together. I'd like to speak to him again, but I will have to wait until we are reunited at the end of this life. Goodspeed, Craig.
Craig was our roommate for many of those years in the 1980s. I remember his optimism and energy. He was someone, more than most of us, who sought to embrace life to the full. He was also a man of unswerving, even mystical, faith. It was good to be around him, and have him as a friend.
We had many people come through that house. People the church didn't quite know what to do with, who needed a place to stay for awhile. Some colorful characters, some rather needy, some just needing a place before they could move on. So many memories, so many stories, so many people. It was a time and a place we will not see again. And Craig was there for all of it, continuing after I moved out at the end of 1987.
In the end, we all moved on to other things. But these friendships remained, tempered by new responsibilities, time and distance. I miss Craig. I remember all the times we had together. I'd like to speak to him again, but I will have to wait until we are reunited at the end of this life. Goodspeed, Craig.