The ways people affect each other are, I think, the “prayers.” The way Craig affected my life was at the time not really defined or definable. But now, I see my few moments with him as part of a larger story. Everyone’s Craig stories are different because we all only know who he was to us individually. He was always so nice to me when I was sitting alone at his bar writing. He had a way of pumping me up in a non-intrusive way so I could get in that just-right writing zone. As far as I know, Craig didn’t necessarily listen to the Wednesday night poetry at Galileo’s with much interest, but I always noticed him listening when I read. He was always complimentary and caring. He bought me two glasses of wine when my cat died and I was sad. He was a kind of presence that reassured, and I’m glad to have that as part of my story.

Réquiem ætérnam dona ei Dómine; et lux perpétua lúceat ei. Requiéscat in pace. Amen.

(Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.)