Pastor Eric 2

At this point I think most of you are wondering why I am writing this. Why does it matter how I met Eric. So what if I was happy that my best friend found him. And they were a couple. I mean, who really cares about this Eric kid anyways?

Well first off, I care. Second off, my friends care. And most importantly, his family cares.

You can not even imagine how much we care. We care so much that Eric seems to occupy our every waking moment. I see a marching band tuba and all that I can think about is Eric. Kathy and I will be sitting at lunch and we think of the good times that we used to have when Eric was there. We are all constantly reminded as we look at our top friends on Myspace and see Eric’s picture.

Eric also invades our sleep. I am by nature a very heavy sleeper and I usually get about eight hours of sleep a night, even on school nights. But in the past month? Four is the most I’ve gotten in one night. I toss and turn and my thoughts are scrambled all over the place. And you do not even really want to know how Eric infests Kathy’s dreams. Especially within that first week.

He was important in all of our lives. So important, most of us never even realized it until he was not there anymore. There are so many things that I never quite realized about life until Eric was gone. I never saw the lessons that Eric had taught us.

            The biggest reason why this is so hard is because we have no answers for what happened. Yeah, we have our ideas. We can point out things that he had said or done that may explain why he did what he did. But we have no real, definite answers. Just the horror.

            So that is why I am writing this. It is out of love for my friends, his family, and for Eric. There should be a chronicle out there somewhere which can give us a look into Eric’s life. Something that can take us back to the good times that are now gone.

            But it is an overwhelming task. I hardly feel as if it should be me to do it. I know so many other people who knew him better than I. So many people who saw him much more often and knew him so much longer than myself. But I am going to try my very best at this. I am going to write about what I myself know.

            And not just the good times.

            I will also describe to you the horrible events that happened from what I have been told from those who truly know what happened. I hope that I will dispel the rumors that have been out there.

            And I am not writing this in hopes of having a good story. That is not what this is about. I do not care exactly how many ratings this story gets or if people think that ‘this’ should have happened or ‘that’ should have waited until later. I am writing about actual events here. Hence the reason why I have this story in the NON-FICTION category.

            So those are my reasons for this. I do not care if you care about Eric. But I do hope that you read this and learn from him. And if you do find that you care about him, God bless you. I know that he has blessed me with the presence of Eric in my life.