Craig will be missed, he had a wonderful imagination, and was always very encouraging and inspirational to me. Godspeed.
Our paths crossed through model making forums courtesy of the internet. A creative guy, sadly missed. Condolences to his family and friends.
I never met or spoke to Craig, having only interacted with him via the internet. We shared a common interest of model-making and alternative history, and we had exchanged ideas and materials on a multitude of topics over the past few years. I am shocked and extremely saddened to hear of his passing, and I would like to offer my sincere condolences to his family. Our exchanges were fleeting, and across continents, yet my life has been enriched as a result. I cannot imagine how those close to such an intelligent, generous and good man must be feeling. My deepest sympathies to everyone at this tragic time.
Rest in peace, Sequoiaranger. We will all miss you.
I've known Craig through his modelling and through his presence on various modelling forums I also frequent. He was always polite and a pleasure to discuss things with. He was also a superb modeller with a talent for innovative concepts. I will greatly miss his commentary and his works. My condolences to his family and to his many other friends.
I was lucky to know Craig through various model kit forums. He was a fine, upstanding gentleman with an enviable talent and a limitless imagination. The hobby will greatly miss him and his wonderful work. I am greatly saddened to hear of his passing. Please accept my deepest sympathies.
I just found out about Craig's passing, and I want to extend my sincerest heartfelt condolences to his family.
I first met Craig through the website Combinedfleet.com, and he had many a kind and encouraging word for me when I was first starting out researching the Imperial Japanese Navy. I shall miss him a lot.
I came know Craig over the years from my sister, Cassie Most of our connections were during family get togethers around holidays. During those times, I came to know and respect Craig for the person he was.
Craig was his own person, a person with his own internal locus of control, a personal condition we rarely see these days as most people come from an external locus of control. That is, he defined himself as a person in his own way as much as possible rather than being defined by others in his life. He knew his values and practiced them with himself and with others. He had his own beliefs, and he used them to form his own identity and his own way of being with others. He had his interests which were honed superbly through his creative and technical skills in his profession as a State Park Ranger, and his hobbies in playing golf and making models.
Craig will be missed for who was as a man, and as an example of a person who was his now person.
I first met Craig in 1975 when he transferred to work at Huntington/Bolsa Chica State Beach. We shared an interest in music, and he taught me so much about playing guitar. We spent many hours playing & singing Beatles, Eagles & Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young songs. Another common interest was shooting on the DPR Pistol Team, where Craig was the top shooter. Our friendship lasted through the years, even though job assignments moved us miles apart a few times! I will always remember and cherish the good times we spent together. As always I'll close with one of our favorite songs, the Timothy B. Schmidt (POCO & The Eagles)song title: "Keep On Tryin'." Always a good friend, Doug
Andrew, I can see your smile on his face and the light in your eyes. And I imagine you inherited that generous heart of yours from that same person. Losing our fathers is a moment that stays with each of us. Allow yourself the moments of sorrow and celebration of a life will lived.
I will be forever grateful to have met and gotten to know Craig before he passed. He was a delightful man and I can see parts of his personality and mannerisms in his son Andrew (my boyfriend), which makes me smile.
Thank you, Craig, for helping raise the kind, honest, loving man that I love, and for instilling him with a deep respect for nature and wildlife. I am honored to have known you and will never forget you for your humor, patience, creativity and sincerity.
My deepest condolences to Andrew, whose dedication to giving his father comfort in his last days brings tears to my eyes and causes my heart to swell with pride and love.
I send kind and gentle thoughts to all those grieving the loss of Craig, for it is a great loss.
“You don't get to choose how you are going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you are going to live. Now.” --Joan Baez
Dad, you taught me much about what makes a good person, if not indirectly. From your many interests and mannerisms and fun-loving spirit, I only hope that I absorbed enough of these while I had the chance. You taught me to balance and to be set free. You showed me creativity, which I don't believe can be taught, but which I use every day, and am eternally thankful for. Thanks for the forest walks, the pinewood derbies, the basketball hoop, the fishing poles, the long drives into the city, the golf bets, the nighttime guitar music, and most of all, the inspiration to be great. Thanks, Dad.
From fellow rangers Janet and Dave Carle to Craig's family: It was a pleasure to know him. We visited the family at Calaveras and Angel Island and had 2 boys of similar age. We'll miss you, Craig.
Craig was a delightful post war baby who played in the sand in Mission Beach. Then he was a boy who schooled in Point Loma as a happy, gentle and cheerful sort receiving good grades and staying out of teen-age trouble. Next he conquered the university system while enjoying fraternity life and becoming a man. As a man, he spent thirty years covering the state as a Park Ranger, often singing camp songs and leading tourists along nature trails. He spent his time with the public, having little use for the bureaucracy that tried to stifle the public's enjoyment of nature's bounty.
Next, after retirement, he moved again to San Diego (Ramona) to play golf and the guitar in between trips abroad for the rest of his ‘golden years.” But, during the move he, for once, saw a REAL doctor who had to sadly inform him that not only did he have prostate cancer, but also that it had broken out, had metastasized and was aggressive. Oh, Craig still played golf and traveled the world a lot, even if in increasing pain and distress. But soon the golf clubs could no longer be swung, the travel ceased and the music slowly died. The last months he spent in a kind of hell that only serious Cancer can bring. Why him?
My regrets go to Dolly Siegel, his mother. Craig was the light of her life as a child and remained a constant pleasure to her until his end. She stayed proactive in his life, with his family and her grandchildren and provided a little extra to make life better for them. She continued helping generously to provide a better quality of life for Craig and companion Ms. Taylor while he was fighting cancer, with trips to places far and wide. Fortunately she is left with the legacy of two rewarding grandchildren. My thanks to her husband, Jack Siegel, who although not Craig's natural father, fully acted the part and met the responsibilities, not only in assisting Craig's mother, but in providing wise and learned counsel to Craig and his children, whom he treated as well as any man could treat a grandchild.
Craig was devastated by the divorce from his longtime wife and mother of his children. He never understood the why and never really got over it. Ms. Taylor, who in college had been just the friend of his best friend's girlfriend, then connected up with Craig and became a companion for their mutual interest in traveling and became tenants in common in a home in Ramona. Ms. Taylor had previously suffered a rather early-in-life cancer-caused death of her husband.
My thanks go to Dr. Scott L. Brown of San Diego Urology Associates. Despite a high PSA score, Craig received poor advice from a previous urologist prior to moving to San Diego, which was essentially, “Let it go, don't worry about it.” Dr. Brown, who had earlier skillfully treated Craig's father (in the early 2000s), was caught in the hall near the end of a long workday, but nevertheless worked Craig in the very next day and had him under the knife immediately after the ensuing weekend. Had it not been for Dr. Brown's experience, dedication, skill, and do-it-now attitude, Craig would have surely died by the end of 2007. Dr. Brown made it possible for Craig to move back home to San Diego, travel the world, see his kids, and enjoy a six-year relationship in Ramona with his S.O. The time that Craig was directly under his care was the easiest and most successful part of his cancer treatment. Well done, Scott. You've come through twice for our family.
My thanks go to Dr. Sabiha Pasha at Pomerado Hospital. Craig transitioned from Dr. Brown's good care to the stage where there were many cancer specialists treating some specific type or part of the cancer process. Unfortunately, none seemed to be coordinating the whole-body effort. By the end of 2012, through a lack of attention to detail, follow up, coordination between various cancer-fighting techniques, palliative treatment and especially the side effects, and prolonged medical non-management, Craig was placed in a dubious, painful, and life-threatening situation accompanied by irrationality, confusion, extreme distress and inability to manage his day-to-day living. Taking charge after his rush to Pomerado Hospital, Dr. Pasha was able in one short week to partially and temporarily mitigate some of the last two years of damage, secure proper and consistent pain control, and enable some of his other body parts to once again work in conjunction with one another. She made good decisions, treated the whole body, and gave an honest assessment of his future. Well done, Dr. Pasha.
Still, he remained confused, was heavily drugged and often non-responsive. There was to be little life extension and no cure. The end was in sight, the clock was ticking and time was rapidly running out. After a little "transfer" therapy Craig was sent home.
Ryan, Craig's youngest son, was caught in a quandary of being with his father and resuming his schooling, which his father so badly wanted him to do. That nice young man was able to balance both, and, through some of his earlier physical therapy training, eased some of Craig's discomfort during the horrible end that cancer usually causes. Well done, Ryan.
Andy, Craig's eldest son, was in the middle of an inter-city move as things became critical for Craig. Dropping what he was doing, Andy flew to San Diego to assist Ms. Taylor, who even with hospice assistance still felt trapped at home with Craig and many of the responsibilities of hospice care. Andy came through. He used his mental quickness, learned abilities to manage and get things done, along with his energy, and perhaps even a little chutzpah to make a major and material difference in Craig's being able to ease out of life with less discomfort and more dignity. No other way and at no price could Craig have secured the assistance Andy provided to his beleaguered existence. Andy, you're truly a champ.
My gratitude to the above personally mentioned doctors and family members. My regrets go to the family mentioned above and other friends and neighbors who will now miss him.
A. T. Burke