The Beanie Twins, December 2015 I think?
~ He saved a kid's life when he worked at C. B. Smith water park in Pembroke Pines.
~ He was The Baby Whisperer. There is a video, when Colin (Sarah's son) was less than a year old, and all Eric had to do was look at Colin, which elicited such contagious belly laughs... and then Colin would stare at E, and Eric would do it again, and more hilarity ensued.
~ He loved, and was good at, skateboarding. There was a crew of friends in his neighborhood who would get together daily to practice their moves. One of the dads built a ramp and they'd put it in the middle of the street, and then have to move it every time a car came by!
~ About five years ago, E started a new tradition. He would give out Christmas cards to the family, and write the most beautiful sentiments in them, really speaking from the heart, telling us how much he loved us and how lucky he was to have such a great family... 💗
~ Eric was born in Puerto Rico, and has the birth certificate to prove it!
~ Eric was a very handsome young man. It was a running joke that many of Sarah's friends had a crush on him, and a few of mine too! Hey, even some of his guy friends were smitten... 😍
~ He was so kind. He was always aware of other people's feelings, and trying to make them feel better, or comforting/listening to them if they were down.
~ In any family with three kids, there is usually a two-against-one situation, and Eric was often the One. Ask Sarah and Rob about Hello Kitty backpack... 🐱
~ Eric was devoted to his girlfriend Duyen, meeting up with her July 23, 2021, for a coffee date in Miami. Fast-forward almost two years later, when she graduated from UM's med school and moved to Atlanta to do her residency at Grady Hospital via Emory University; they missed each other so much that he found a job and moved up there just this past March so they could be together again. They were good to, and for, each other.
~ He was very smart, keeping up with current events and business trends.
~ Eric would call and/or text us often, letting us know he was thinking about us.
~ He played the guitar as well as bass, and would often sit alone in his room, noodling along to YouTube videos. He was a huge music lover (Chico and I take pride in the fact there was always music playing in the house when our kids were growing up), and he not only adopted our Beatles and Neil Young, but developed his own personal style: traditional reggae, as well as indie bands like Passafire and Rebelution.
And speaking of remembering, I asked Duyen to set aside E's T-shirts so I could have a quilt made from them for her (just as I did with my Labyrinth Cafe and Dar Williams Ts.). I will attempt to prepare and mail them off tomorrow (turnaround time is usually a month).
I miss my guy... 💔
BOOK: Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief by Victoria Chang
POEM: Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
QUOTE(S): “You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.” ~ Anne Lamott
POEM: Miss you. Would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Do not care if you bring only your light body.
Would just be so happy to sit at the table
and talk about the menu. Miss you.
Wish we could bet which chilis they’ll put
on the cubes of tofu. Our favorite.
Sometimes green. Sometimes red. Roasted
we always thought. But so cold and fresh.
How did they do it? Wish you could be here
to talk about it like it was so important.
Wish you could. Watched you on the screens
as I was walking, as I was cooking. Wished you
could get out of the hospital. Can’t
bring myself to order our dish and eat it
in the car. Miss you laughing. Miss
you coming in from the cold or one
too many meetings. Laughing. I’ll order
already. I’ll order seven helpings, some
dumplings, those cold yam noodles that you
like. You can come in your light
body or skeleton or be invisible I don’t even
care. Know you have a long way to travel.
Know I don’t even know if it’s long
at all. Wish you could tell me. What
you’re reading. If you’re reading.
Miss you. I’m at the table in the back.
"Memory isn’t something that blooms, but something that bleeds internally.” ~ Victoria Chang
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