Whoever said time heals all wounds should have at least
provided a time table to the healing. It has been close to a year since Craig’s
death and there is still a large part of me that feels the same way I did the
day this all happened. When the blog was put up a couple weeks after the
accident, I wasn’t ready to write in it. I felt like I needed more time to
really process it all and when I was ready, I would get to it. Sadly I still
haven’t fully processed it, but a year has passed and the blog is ending, and I
need to contribute. The other weekend Renae and a group of us put an old ski
lift chair on the ridgeline in Summit Park in honor of Craig and it felt like I
was right back at the same place I was a little less than a year ago. Still in
disbelief; Still thinking he was going to roll into my driveway to head out for
a ski or pick up Kaya or come over for dinner or play music; Still not ready to accept the
situation. The friendship I had with Craig was the most valued I’ve ever had.
When Craig’s close friend Kyle died a couple years ago, Craig would tell me
that he felt Kyle’s spirit was with him when he would either run or ski on the
Summit Park ridgeline. If that’s the case, it looks like Kyle will have some
welcome company, because I can’t be up on that ridgeline without thinking of
Craig. In fact, I can’t see a UDOT truck without thinking of him. I met Craig a
while ago when we both worked at Black Diamond, but it wasn’t until he moved to
Summit Park with Renae and Kaya that we really formed a great friendship. I’m
not sure what kind of friend I was to Craig; Hopefully a good one. But I can
tell you that he was a great friend to me. I’m not sure what the future held
for our friendship, but before his death, I would have said our relationship
had staying power. I respected and cared about him and his family as much as I
do my own. I really miss the banter we’d have between each other, the debates
about everything from music to politics, the dreaming of trips we wanted to
take. For Christmas, Craig gave me a guide book for the Cordillera Blanca in Peru
and he had put a note on a particular peak that said “Next project?”and I was
all in. I never got tired of his company. I guess I just want to convey that he
was amazing friend that would do anything for you. I will really miss his
passion, his sincerity, his humor, and his love for music, outdoors, and everything in between. I miss you
Craig and will do my best to live the rest of my days with the same passion,
wonder, and drive you had when you were with us.
Geoff Lane
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