He was tall and good looking, had a beautiful wife and the perfect family, a beautiful little girl and a handsome little boy. He had a dry, hair trigger wit and he loved the Lord. He could see what you and I could not and the talent he had for transferring that vision was amazing. He was an artist.
His health, however was not so good.
Then the bubble burst. She came into the room and said: "This isn't fun anymore," and was gone.
The children lived in BOTH households.
After a recent visit to a far away clinic we spoke briefly. His health was no worse than it had been six months earlier.
Friday morning he called a friend.
"I'm not feeling well, would you take the kids to school for me?"
But he didn't show up for work and so his employer went to his home, where he found Eric, laying as if asleep.
No more pain, no more heartache.
He was forty eight years old.
I considered him a brother and a friend.
Goodbye Eric.
I'll see you on the other side.
Shalom, Y'all
Charlie
Posted by charlesbrown33916
at 5:57 AM EDT
Updated: Monday, 18 April 2005 6:02 AM EDT