An Essay on the cremation ceremony of Ed Rosenberg.

Our son Bothe told us about Ed Rosenberg’s death. The funeral was to be in two days, an open-air cremation at sunrise in Crestone. I felt hesitant about attending the funeral, yet felt deeply certain it was what I needed to do.

We were not close friends, had not been an intimate part of each other’s lives. We had only met the Rosenbergs once, although I remember that we recognized each other without being introduced. Our paths had crossed via the community radio station, then more concretely because our sons, Bothe and Abe, were friends, for a time roommates. But, our recognition of one another was beyond these sorts of associations.