Eric,
You and I were never friends, but we were friendly. You were one of the couple of hundred people that I would see just about every day for the six or so years of Jr. High School and High School. I would see you in the halls, we would have classes together, and later on, we would be at the same parties. I don’t know very much about you. I have no stories to share right now. We never worked in a Club Med together, nor did we ever fish for salmon together. While you were swimming across Walden Pond during your A.P. English class trip, I was probably cutting curriculum II Social Studies and smoking Marlboros in the parking lot. What can I say?, we were very different people in very different places in our lives.
It was a joy knowing you, however. You always had a spark, a joy, a life. You had real compassion, and you had a lot of heart. I never knew you to speak badly of anyone, nor did I ever hear anyone speak badly of you. I thought about you quite a bit after I heard that you were ill. And since I heard that you’ve passed on, I think about you regularly. You are a really good guy, Eric. I hate that you had such a long sickness. I watch the slideshow that your aunt made, and I honestly don’t know what to think. I guess I just had to write to you. I don’t post much of anything, really, but I needed share my thoughts about you with others who have felt your light, and have been touched by your spirit.
Jon Clermont