• Dreams,  Life

    Meeting Crystal

    I didn’t speak at the open mic at your memorial. What would I have done besides stand there and cry? Your wife and family were there; their grief has precedence. She spoke without introducing herself. She was passionate and I recognized her from photos rotating through the slideshow all night. When she left the stage, I crossed the room to meet her. “Are you Crystal?” “Yes.” You’d described her to me in detail. My name received no flicker of recognition. Your wife asked why I hadn’t brought my family. I couldn’t face the effort required to have them dress up and drive to Seattle. But also, I needed this moment…