I've known Craig for eight years now... I've been trying to think of something to write for a couple of days now, without any luck. Anyway, here's a moment that I think sums him up perfectly.
Over the last couple of years, Craig travelled to London a couple of times with his partner Joe, and when he was in town, we'd catch up for lunch and gossip. So, last summer, we spent an afternoon in Trafalgar Square, in the blazing sunshine, chatting about life and work, kitsch TV and Big Brother. Something made him touch on his illness, and he shrugged "Well, I know I'll be like this for life," as if he didn't have a care in the world. And I really think he didn't.
That moment will stay with me forever. There was an amazing thing - a man completely at peace with himself and the inevitable. It was easy to forget Craig's health, because he had made his peace with it a long time ago. No anger, no regret, no sadness - just an ordinary guy who enjoyed the world, his partner, and was having a great time doing so.
Honestly, I don't think you can mourn a life as well-lived as Craig's. At the moment I'm scared of losing my friend, but I know how very lucky I've been to know him.