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September 04, 2006



Honey, what a truly beautiful and heartfelt tribute to Craig. He surely was like a dad to you in so many ways. When you called to talk to me about Craig, I could hear the hurt in your voice...once again. As painful as it may have been to witness Craig's last moments, I'm so glad you were there...and I know you were too. He was a wonderful friend that was always there for you....and now, you needed to be there for him. I love this piece...it so represents the Craig you knew.
- All my love, Mom


Jory, Craig sounded like a fabulous friend. I think I could do with someone like him to tell me the mistakes I'm making with the men I choose.

He sounded like a very generous man with his time - having six kids then helping you out as much as he did, and of course spending time with his wife. You probably weren't the only one he was generous timewise with! The generosity obviously outweighed his annoying habits. What are good friends though, if you can't put up with your annoying habits?

Again, I'm sorry you've lost such a great friend.

How's the wedding plans? I vaguely remember you saying you were getting married in October. If it's October 14, that's my 40th birthday!!!


Oops, re the end of my third last para above, I meant to say, What are good friends for though, if you can't put up with THEIR annoying habits? Still doesn't make sense.


i am so sorry.

i love you.


Lisa Williams


Phil Wolff

This says as much about you, Jory, as it does about Craig. I only know him through your posts, but I think he would have liked that.

Koan Bremner

As I started reading this piece, I asked myself, "I wonder if Craig was Calvin?" Your recording of "The Inevitability of Authenticity" touched me deeply when I first heard it, last year - I've just replayed it.

I think there's something special about those who are close to us, when they don't have to be - when they *choose* to be. Craig patently felt that you were someone worth spending time and energy with. I suspect that if you'd asked *him* to itemise the ledger, he would have omitted the $8 lunch, listed an array of things that *you* had done for *him*, and understated his contributions to you.

You had a special friendship - and I know you won't forget it, or him. Your ongoing success, having applied so much that he helped you to learn, will be the kind of memorial that I sense will please him immensely.

John Stanforth

Wonderful post, Jory... the kind that makes me wish I'd known Craig... the kind that beautifully conveys your loss in such a real and personal way, a feat rarely accomplished with mere words on a screen... and the kind that inspires us all to think about the daily words and small actions and helpful deeds which, slowly, over years, build up to the incredible legacy you've described here... Thanks for sharing this with us.

Garry Freemyer

Oh man!, I don't even know Craig, but I found my heart touched, and a bit saddened that I didn't get to know this person, but through you I got a glimpse at the person, and what really is important in life is not just self, but friends.

Thanks for the well needed reminder. You go Girl!

Randy Kiser

Jory - I found my way to your blog in my quest to find out more about the life of my old friend Craig in the years since our paths diverged. Craig and I were cousins, and during our high school years in Hagerstown, we were best friends. We shared many adventures together, from launching model rockets in the fields beyond his house, listening to Sgt. Pepper for the first time in his parent's living room, and of course - discovering girls. Now THAT was an exploration of mind and soul that I'll never forget. We acted on our high school stage together, we wrote scripts for our local radio shows together, and we shared many goofy teenage laughs together. After college we saw each other rarely and spoke to each other only a little more often. Time and distance seperated us as we forged different paths into the future. Nevertheless, I was stunned when I heard the news of his illness last spring. I spoke to Craig a couple of times after that and despite the obvious discomfort he was in, we shared some good laughs recalling those youthful adventures. It occured to me just last week that I hadn't gotten a reply to any of my recent e-mails, and I was intending to call him just this past weekend. I got the sad news on Saturday evening from my Dad, who had just received a call from Craig's Dad. Even though we had been seperated by time, distance and events over the years, the news was like a swift punch in the stomach. I enjoyed your memoriam immensely. It verified to me that the essence and the spirit of Craig changed very little over the years. The friendship you shared with him will always live, and there will always be a little bit of Craig in your life as there will in mine. I'm truly happy that Craig had such great friends like you to share his life with. My thoughts and my heart go out to you, and of course, his family.

David Spencer

Thanks so much for sharing. When I knew Craig back in the Seybold heydays of the 80's, mostly professionally, he was indeed a special person -- and you've paid a fine tribute. Thanks again.


If his chore in you was teaching you to write, I'm sure he'd be proud of this post. I don't know you, or Craig, and I cried when I read it.

My heart and prayers to you --and Craig's family.

David Biedny

Jory, those are intensely wonderful thoughts about Craig, I just heard about his passing today. I suspect he's smiling down at you right now, with much love.


Thank you...
human love, life and friendship at it's most beautiful.

Megan Schirmacher

As I read this, I couldn't help but smile at the accuracy of your descriptions and the vivid picture it brought back for me of the Craig I once knew. Craig was one of my first bosses: I was hired directly out of college to work in the programs department at Seybold Seminars. After 4 months on the job, he, I and a cohort of colleagues made the move from Malibu to the Peninsula, and he became my boss. I would work for him for the next 6 years. In that time, he became my advocate, mentor and friend. He encouraged me to take on so much for someone my age -- and my age never bothered HIM at all. His corniness (messy shirt, food in his beard, a zillion electronic devices hanging around his office, chronically disheveled and behind schedule) made him little off-putting sometimes but endearing, too. So, after I moved on from the Seybold brand, he and I continued to have lunches together in somewhat the same way you describe. But, I moved away from the area and lost touch with him -- except for the annual Christmas card. I was so surprised to hear the news of his passing and saddened to think of all I had missed by not keeping in better contact with him. He was kooky, brilliant, and loveable. And your tribute to him describes him perfectly.

Take comfort where you can find it. God bless.



Synchronicity. Rob sent me a copy of More Space when it was published. I am finally reading it, mortified it's taken me this long, and just happen to be in the middle of your chapter, which so far is particularly compelling. Your writing here is so recognizably you that it feels like supplemental material.

At any rate, I realized immediately who Craig had to be, before you said as much. It's going to add a new dimension to the rest of the chapter, when I pick it up again in the next day.

He seems too special to be gone.

Alison Murdock

I stumbled upon this post. I had no idea. Craig was my first boss in the tech media biz in 1994 back when Seybold and ZDNet had merged.

I was surprised and saddened to hear of Craig's passing. He was my boss when I was an intern at ATEX in Massachusetts before he went to Seybold. I knew he had moved there and was interested in wine, so when I bought a bottle of wine from Cline Cellars, I was wondering if it was his. Then I googled him and found your posting. Thanks for your touching tribute to him.

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