Tuesday, July 11, 2023
My memories of Craig start before he was born. We were at work and I asked Linda if she and Tom were hoping for a son or a daughter. Linda replied, "Tom wants a twelve year old son." My next memory is looking out the window into the Cullinane's fenced yard, and there was Craig in his little snowsuit curled up against Bo, their Great Dane, sound asleep! Over the next few years the two young families would get together. Craig had a pet rooster which lived to an extreme old age. He died when Craig was in college. When his parents called him, Craig said "Get him stuffed." So they did at a taxidermist.
It is never easy to lose a child. It's not supposed to work that way. Just know we care.
Marj and Bix
