sry this is soo long, I wanted to talk abt him.
Yeah I cant believe is gonna be 4 years this year... feel like I talked to him on the day he was murdered Sept 28th, and few hours later he got murdered like a year ago or something. Sept 28th until Oct 3rd, felt like a dream... I was like, they got the wrong guy. they thought it was Eric, it must be somebody else. I kept saying that to myself, cuz it didnt feel real to me. and I couldnt believe some1 killed him, he was the sweetest guy, always smiling no matter what, loves every1, even if they are not smart, or whatever. doesnt matter to him.
I found out how... Sept 29th, abt after lunch, I was in photography class. Finishing up with project or something, that day I had pager for first time, I was so excited. Motorolla T950. I paged Eric. He was first person I paged.. I didnt page any1 that day.. I tried and tried, I even tease and say, "Stop staring at gay porno and jacking off... talk to me!! im ur best friend. :-P " something like that. few minutes later, different guy paged me and questioning me, like what grade i am at Gally? who I am, which dorm Im in, etc etc. I was mad and confused, cuz I was like why did Eric let him talk to me on his pager. I didnt want any1 I dont know to know my pager address. I answered all his questions. He was like, oh never mind.. and didnt page back. He didnt tell me abt Eric's death. until then my very good friend Dai. came into photography, she wasnt in my class. I start talking to her, being happy and all, I mentioned that I paged Eric and that eric hasnt respond back, but the other guy who had his pager paged me back, I was kinda mad.. cuz I didnt want any1 I dont know to have my pager address. I thought, why did Eric give him his pager and let him talk to me.. Then I finally noticed like 15 minutes later, (since I was very talkative with her, and didnt noticed) that she had grave looks on her face, like she's abt give me bad news. I was like, "What's wrong?" she told me Eric was murdered last night. I didnt believe her, cuz I talked to Eric that day he was murdered. I told her, no no, this is some sick joke u r pulling on me here. Hes not dead. Ur lying. She was like, I am not. He got murdered last night. Im not lying. I swear I wouldnt do that to u. Inside of me knew she wasnt like that, I was in denial.. wouldnt believe her. Then I thought of the guy on pager that paged me. I paged him back at Eric's pager. asked, My friend just told me now that Eric was murdered last night. Is that true? He is really dead?" He replied, "oh my god. you dont know! Im sorry to be the one to tell you that ur friend was murdered last night" it hit me real bad, I was trying not to cry, since I hated to do it in public. My teacher came and say stop talking, I need you to finish the project. What are u doing here, Dai? We were all quiet. He noticed both of us werent ok. Daisy was real sad, and I was trying to cry, I finally burst into tears, and ran out of classroom. Dai chased after me. I didnt know where to go. I knew I didnt want to be at school. and I told Daisy I want you to take me home please. then she was like ok, I will do that, let me ask Lor. to let me take u home and take my sibilings out of school at same time. She gave Dai permission. we got them and left. I wasnt living with mom.. didnt live with her from 16 yrs old until 6 months after Eric died. THat day was my worst... I kept telling myself this is just a dream, or they must have ID the wrong guy... It cant be Eric.. I even kept eye on AIM, to see if he logged on.. I saw one or two time, I was so afraid to im him, cuz it might be osmebody telling me he is really dead. finally Eric's dad who Im really close with, he treat me like his daughter. contact my mom, and my mom found out from him... and from my aunt also. she came to find me, I refused to talk to mom. cuz we werent on good term, we didnt talk much since I was 16. she was crying so bad, and told me to come back home, she misses me and all that. I refused, too... She was like, do u want to go to funeral? I was like yeah. But its in Minnesota. Im thinking of buying ticket tomorrow to go to Funeral on 3rd. She was like, no let me buy u ticket, Im going with you. Ur not gonna be alone. U'll need me. I just let her do that... reality sank in, when I saw Eric in his casket.. I didnt want to go to his casket, cuz I was sooo afraid and didnt want to see him. I force myself not to cry... yet still afraid to go up and say good bye to him and give him my gifts that I was gonna mail to him at gally. cuz his b-day was on Sept 8th. My mom went up and came back, crying much worst, I stayed where I was. maybe 4 or 5 yards away from his casket. I turn to look where his casket was. I saw eric's fast. it was so unreal.. I start crying so bad. Reality sanked in... It hit me so bad. Mom and I was going to sit in back row, since it was almost full. Eric's dad and step mom, and real mom came and said, no no ur coming with us. You r our family. so u walk with us. We walked with them but behind the family. and sat with them. They consider me and my mom as their real family, cuz we grew up with them and stay in contact, and visit with them a lot. funeral was beauitful, I was gonna tell my poem. I couldnt bring myself to go up. I stayed where I was, tho. I kinda regret that. I remember that I was looking at his closed casket with sheet over it. Priest saying prayers. I kept staring at it. and tell Eric in my mind, that to wake up and come out and say, "Gotcha" or something. I kept thinking that. ofc, it didnt happen. I stayed in MN from Oct 2nd to 6th. and came back stayed at my aunt's for a day, to pull myself together, my mom came by and said, that I can stay at my aunt or her home for a week, she even called Lor. and I said, no Im going to school. I told her I was gonna wait until my aunt come home from work and then go with me to school. since I have no car. my car wasnt working. My mom was like no no, I will take you.. I let her, cuz I really want to get out of house. couldnt stay there, do nothing, I wanted to keep busy try to take my mind off what was going on... it didnt work, ofc. I went to school. Everybody was staring at me like Alien. few of them had guts to come up to me, and said Im sorry ur best friend was murdered.... or asked me waht really happened. I didnt answer that. I just nod at people who tell me how great Eric was and they misses him and they r sorry that I lost my best friend. they knew I was very close with him, even tho he moved away to MN. yet we still visit each other whenever he comes over to visit his dad for summer, x mas break or spring break, whatever. I miss Eric a lot. still do. still think abt him, and I even write letter to him in journal. I know it sound dumb. Its a way for me to cope things, my way. My mom tried to get me to go to counseling, and Eric's dad tried to get me to go with him to meeting where people has lost their loved ones. I refused, I told them Im fine.. Im dealing with it my way... I didnt want to miss any more of school, wanted to keep busy... after I graduated in 2001, i went away for the summer, first to DC for a week and then to MN for rest of summer. I told my new friends and my ex bf (who I was still dating during that time he was from MD.) and Eric's family that I wanted to go to prison and meet Mesa myself, ask him why he did this, and make him see what he has done to Eric's family, me and evey1. They tried to changed my mind. The police that i spoke to, questions me, we became friends... He even said no I shouldnt and that its probably would be hard to get in and see him cuz his lawyer and family doesnt want him speaking to any1 or see any1 but them. I dropped. My ex bf thought I was crazy to see him. I was like obviously u dont know me that well enuf. a week in DC, visiting places. I couldnt even go in Cogswell, I just stand outside.. stare at the building. I met with my friend who I met day after Eric was murdered, the one that paged me. it was fun and hard for me to be there. Cuz I see places that ERic tells me abt.. I couldnt help but to remember everything he said to me bat DC, even MN. I went to MN for summer, stayed with his mom and step dad, visit with my friend Jolene that i met at funeral. Even tho I met a lot of MSAD students, ERic's friends. I didnt want to talk to them. i wanted to stay close with ERic's dad and step mom. but yet I still meet them, cuz Eric's dad and mom push me into it. and MSAD teacher met with me, was talking excited. I said to myself, Boy I wish I could be happy or excited abt something at this moment. at the funeral. anyway my plan was to go to his gravesite and to bid farewell, cuz I didnt get to at funeral, and didnt want to let him go. I tried to few times, bailed, anyway. I couldnt let him go... cuz to me if I say good bye, its like letting him go for good. sometime soon I plan to go back to MN and visit his gravesite for good, and say goodbye. cuz I finally able to let him go now. its been too long. Eric loved life.. he loves movies so much. He talk, act, breath movie life. He dreamed to be teacher, or psychologist... he even joke that maybe one day he'd be first to set his foot on moon. first deaf guy. He love to travel... He wanted to travel all around the world, touch every places, visit them all. His dream was actually to go to Gallaudet, 2nd choice was Seattle University.