I tried to find out if there was going to be a public memorial. I feel like I should be there. Even though he didn't know me. His family doesn't know me. But I feel like I knew him. Or at least a part of him. I would have liked to have paid my respects. The family is keeping it small though. Private affair. I can respect that. So I guess I'll have to make due with my little personal memorial here in my blog. I'll cry my tears. Start re-reading Travels again. And do my best to be the person he inspired me to be when I was 21.
RIP Michael Crighton, you will be missed.