Eric and I never dated. We were friends. We kissed, played around, he taught me about being a person with Diabetes, and we laughed. He gave me my first purple rose. He made me laugh when I didn't have a date to the college party I had planned. He gave me faith in myself. I hope he knew how much he meant to me. When we found each other again on FB after years and years, we messaged each other like crazy. Later, our friendship went thru one of those dry times where we rarely spoke. I'm sorry for that, but I'm not angry.
My anger is for Diabetes. For how it robs a human of what normal is. For the people who have not yet found a way to halt Diabetes. (I am convinced a cure has been discovered, it just isn't 'ready') For how freaking EXPENSIVE it is to have this stupid disease.
Eric embraced life, even when it sucked. I can hear his voice laughing at me and telling me to roll with it and have a drink. My tall giant blonde friend, thank you for being in my life. You gave me more than you will ever know. Your memory shines through the tears I cry for your absence. I love you, my friend.