It’s really hard to say goodbye to someone you grew up with. But tonight went well. The celebration was good, he would have loved it. But it was hard to see his parents (who are like my second set of parents) crying, and hard to see his sister and wife and kids like that too. There was a slideshow of photos, including ones I’ve taken over the last few years. The twins said, “You’re gonna take our pictures when the leaves change, and dada’s not gonna be there.” which just broke my heart. They named a set of stars after him. A shirt we gave him for Christmas last year was cremated with him. I don’t think it has fully sunk in yet for any of us.
I don’t know what to say, I’m just kind of rambling. But hey, Eric. I’ll think of you whenever I go into a haunted house or hear good rock music. I’ll miss you.
Fuck cancer.
Amber 