Nearly 8 months later, I'm finally able to edit the intro. to read in the past tense... though Todd will always be present with me. He was quite the life force whose impact I'm privileged to continue to learn about and hear from all of you. Thank you.If you own, or know the whereabouts of a Todd Crockett painting, I would love to have pictures of it/them and to document who has them.
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It's still so hard to think of him as gone. I just finished writing this and didn't know what to do with it, so I found this place. Here's to all those that loved Todd--
Mourning Todd Crockett
Thank you all for coming…
In a blog
Six months old.
After a year of illness…
He said it was a diet
With that Todd-smile,
The one he’d used on me
The first time we’d met
When he’d carried my groceries
Four flights of stairs
Introducing me to Bongo
Who’d just learned to sit, and stay.
When I had first loved him
As I gazed in awe at
Red Vermilion Skies
And he’d promised to paint for me
When I finished school,
And gotten famous,
And could afford him.
And so I had
Worked
And finished school
And moved on
And fallen in love
And fallen out of love
And written to tell him
And wondered at no reply
And forgotten the Christmas card
Unanswered.
Remembering again
One day,
The minutes turned to hours
Admitting our hopes
Secrets
Regrets
Mistakes
And exploring our failures at love.
And found this—
Thank you all for coming;
Linus, taken too young.
How does one move on
Knowing
They’ll never see their friend’s face
In the East window
Painting with the morning light;
No more hours in the stairwell
Talking of Africa;
That I can’t stand it
That I wasn’t there for his candlelight vigil.
Does he know I still have his number in my cell,
And that I’m writing this?
--Farewell my friend. (AC)
Yes, he knows.
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