Sunset has come and gone. No new word.
Everywhere I go in town that knows us and knew him are full of tears and hugs and commiseration. It's hard to do, emotionally. I don't like crying in front of people, but dangit, my eyes hurt! (2 hours of sleep doesn't help, either).
There is video and other footage here:
http://www.katu.com/stories/83100.html
For Craig, and for the two I did not know that were with him when they tried to cross the bar that last time:
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
-Alfred Tennyson