Our Dear Sweet Chris

-by Clinton St. John

I don’t know where to start. I can’t stop thinking about Chris. I just revisited the site and tears are flowing again like I just found out. I miss that guy so damn much. Its obvious how easy it was to take Chris for granted.

There was never a moment where I felt it was necessary to break it down like an equation what an amazingly kind genius that dear sweet man was. And now its all there’s left to do. I wish I could have been here for the  celebrations of Chris’s life but I was in Cuba and couldn’t make it back. Looking back I wish I would have made it home somehow, not that it would have changed anything but it would have been good to be with our friends. I can’t imagine how hard this has been for you and your family, and I offer my sincere condolences.

I got the news late at night and the next day I was on the way back to my room and I came across this moth, a really beautiful moth. I got my camera to take some pictures. At one point I put my finger out and the moth crawled right on it. I took him up to the room and took some more pictures then put him in a plant, and he stayed outside our room for a long time. It was two or three days  he was sitting there, then one morning I nudged him to see if he was dead, but he wasn’t. Later that afternoon he had flown away.

It made me feel like Chris was with me. I’m sending you a couple pictures of the moth via yousendit. I call him Reimer.