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Christopher

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He is gone, he is here

I keep thinking about Charlie as a little kid. I like looking at pictures of him - that amazing ‘fro, the brief chubby phase, the incredible costumes (Lego piece! Book! Lincoln!). He was and is all those things. He is gone and he is here.

All the love and razzing and study and arguments and travel and movies and music and food and adventure collected in that sweet soul.

He was just starting to really use it all on his own, to find his own way. There is nothing, nothing, good about his death. He had just really set out on his own and begun to taste a little, not nearly enough, of what it is to be fully awake and aware of his own weird brilliant self. And then he died. And it is not OK, not right, there has been a horrible mistake.

But it is also true that his life was beautiful and it ended in a split second on a mountaintop doing something he loved on a rolling stretch of downhill that was smooth and sweet.