five

Is five years enough to make any sense out of losing E?  I want to feel that he walked away into something finer where all the answers are found and then don't matter any more.  As it happens someone far more gifted than me already told us that was true, years ago.

Figures it would be George Harrison and "All Things Must Pass."  But why did it take me till early this year to stop and listen to this song for the first time?
* * *
Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this gray

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this gray

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass

None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this gray

All things must pass.
All things must pass away.
* * *

Why must they pass?  Because something new must evolve in turn.  As Erik has.  As we must hope and strive to do.  Close your eyes for a moment, feel joy and generosity and freedom - you are reaching for the door of Erik's new house.

-- Andree

new year 2013

(Andree here) The photo above was taken on Vashon Island this past summer.  Why am I trotting it out now?  Because I love that almost every single smile is gone, except for one - nobody on the island wanted to take the last one, I guess, in case somebody really needed it.

When I run into generous-hearted stuff like this, that's when I find Erik.  He would have been 47 today.  He was grown up, successful, sophisticated, professional.  But unlike most such people he had a glowing core of sensibility that would have appreciated a Smile Dispenser with one smile left.  (I don't know, maybe he'd have made one and snuck it up on the post when no one was looking?)
So this smile goes out to E over there, and to everyone we love over there with him, and to every single one of you here with me today in this world.  There's one left.  Help yourself.  Happy birthday, E.

giving thanks: dean steps up

Happy late Thanksgiving weekend, everyone.  Andree here, but I'll pass it over to Dean, who was thinking of all the things Erik gave him . . .
* * *
On this Thanksgiving, I'd like to thank my good good friend Erik for some things I never got to thank him for in person. He ain't around here no more, but he's around. I sure do miss that funny f****r.
* * *
• Thanks for passing on your 7 paths of awesomeness. Everything i do now is filtered in one way or another by them.
• Thank you for going up and speaking first at my celebrity roast!
• Thanks for believing some of my impossible ideas and helping make them come true.
• Thanks for introducing me to The D!
• Thank you for farting directly into my ear. Thanks a lot. With no pants on.
• Thanks for valuing my opinion and making it easy to deal with difficult shit. That is something I miss a lot.
• Thanks for taking me to the nurse over your shoulder when I accidentally slit my throat in Print class.
• Thank you for letting me proofread your horrible f*cking handwriting.
• Thanks for trying to catch my car keys flying through the air behind me that were actually snot.
• Thanks for that crappy cassette tape drawer, the first thing you ever got me for Christmas. I still have it.
• I also now appreciate the value of Cumin more than ever, thanks!
• Thanks for not telling anyone about that one thing you pulled off my shoulder. Sheesh.
• Thanks to you, I knew about Krispy Kreme, Dr. Hoggly Woggly's, and Abe's… years before anyone up north.
• You were the first one to come visit me after I crashed into that horse, thanks man.
• Thanks for being the only one I'd trust to crack my thoraxicals. Hasn't been right since.
• One time, Erik helped me fake a stomach ailment to leave work early for a date, and even took pics of us after driving me to the ER. Thanks, Buddy!
• and Thanks for the Shoes! I'll be wearing them 100 yrs from now!

Listen to me.
Even if it has been decades since you talked to them, go out now, and thank the people you should, before you can't.

* * *

(Andree says) He's right, of course.  

2012..."only a curtain"

Hi, everyone.  Andree here.  This is a photo of Erik at Lyric's birthday party in 2008.
Four years have gone by.  They have brought sadness and consolation to each of us in whichever way we are built to bear and find them.  Some of us carried it with particular sweetness and beauty - I'm looking at you, my sister Brynn - and some of us carried it with white-hot rage and desolation (well, actually, that was just me).  Whomever we are, whatever we have felt and still feel, I found words this morning that I hope will lift your heart as they have lifted mine.  They are from the holy poet Rumi, who built an entire earth and heaven from the exchange of love.  Here is a selection from his "Ghazal #911," in which Rumi tells us that a grave is "only a curtain for the paradise behind," and continues,

. . . you'll only see me descending into a grave 

now watch me rise 

how can there be an end 

when the sun sets or the moon goes down. . . 

have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth 

not rise with a new life 

why should you doubt the rise 

of a seed named human 

have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well 

coming back empty 

why lament for a soul when it can come back 

like Joseph from the well 

when for the last time you close your mouth 

your words and soul 

will belong to the world 

of no place no time

* * *

And in that world, as Rumi knew well, there is lots of room for all of us, and time for many talks, many dances, many parties.  I think of Erik charging around there, unstoppable.  And I hope, and I work, toward becoming worthy of joining in.  

This post is written with all the love at my command to all of you out there today.

in the woods

(Andree here) Dad's birthday was this past week, and he wanted a little quiet cookout up at Buncombe Hollow.  The weather was kind enough not to rain on us, so we grilled a pile of assorted meat and hung out in the woods.
The standing stones up in the circle have a bit of moss on them now, not much, but enough to make you realize that time has passed and living things grow.  Lyric and Jaeger are very tall these days - well, that's going to continue, of course - and there's a circle of ferns, getting ready to grow lush, surrounding the stones.  We say, "I wish Erik was here."  But stop and look around you at everything he made happen or that you remember, and there he is.

royalty

Andree here. Sean found this...do I spy Miss Julie Von Holt as well? What year is it here, and what's going on?
And that face says it all.
**Edit 8/14/2012 - Look at this email from July that I just found!
Hi, first of all my name is Celeste Aaby (previously Dhanens). Erik and I were friends in high school, I was so sad to hear about his death. I just wanted to give you a little information on the picture that was posted on the website. It is the 1984 prom court. Sadly I don’t remember everyone, but the back row left is Darin Aaby (my brother–in-law), I’m in front of him, then Julie VanHolt and Carla (don’t remember her last name). I was really surprised to see myself on the site. Those were really fun days and Erik was a big part of it.
**
Celeste, thank you so much.  It brings those days back a little bit and that's a huge pleasure.

happy birthday e, from sean

Andree here. It's a new year, a new time for hopes and plans. We look forward to the friends we'll meet and the fresh things we'll see and do. And we look back at the friends we miss, feeling sad and happy, rueing the lost days, but grateful to have the memories. It's those memories that teach us what and how to love, and how to get better at friendship as the days and years go by.

So you know who I'm thinking about today. I know you are too. Memories of E: of generosity, excitement, curiosity, kindness.

But brother Sean will tell you this better than I can. So I turn it over to him. . .

* * *Dear Erik, Well brother, you would have been 46 years old today.Just another age milestone in life..of course, you never cared about that. I hope that this note finds you well on the other side. I am sure that you are looking down on us, wondering what all the fuss is about. Someday, we will all be together. Meantime, I am doing the best I can do to make my mark on this world. Leave some kind of legacy..like you did. Whether I do or not, is not important. What is important is that I live the way you did...with integrity. Thanks for leaving us with that example. I have a very good friend that joined you this week. Please watch out for her, show her the way.Happy birthday, my brother..I miss you. Your Big Brother, Sean

go erik go!

Sean sent this photo, originally from Bruce Beck. Photoshopped, but admit it - you had to think about that for a minute, didn't you?
Remember how fast we all went with Erik behind us? Well, don't slow down now: He still is. These are tough, tough days for most of us lately. We miss Erik, and nothing seems to be going right, and why in hell do we bother to fight the power when we can't even keep the power on?
Hold it.
We do have the power, because we have each other and Erik gave us that.
We do have the power, because when Erik went to the next level he left knowing what it was really all about, and he told us.
We do have the power, and Erik keeps finding ways to remind us that it'll all be good in the end.

We do have the power, because Erik put us all together as the the power for each other. He knew what he was doing, so don't secondguess him now. Let's go!

and lyric is lyrical

(Andree here) Lyric wrote the following poem this past June, and told Mom it was okay to post here. There is a certain sense of peace I gain from it, a thought of Erik watching over the place, as those who have beat us to the beyond are often said to do.
* * *
FOREVER

At night when sleep draws near
I hear many sounds all around

The wind, the rats, and possibly bats
But other than that I hear
My Dad walking through the house,
Almost as silent as a mouse

For when he died here on this day
His ghost would never go away

Lyric Anwyn Purdom, 6/2011

a poem from terry

(Andree here) Hi everyone. Dad wrote this poem just recently for Erik and wants to share it with you all. I guarantee it will make you cry, but don't be afraid of that, because you'll also feel hopeful and happy at the same time.
* * *
OUT PAST THE SUN

Where have you gone my blue eyed son
Well dad I’ve gone off to have me some fun
Gone off to heaven so far away
Don’t worry dear father I’ll see you some day

So where have you gone to my blue eyed son
Well mom I’ve gone off to have me some fun
Gone to see ancestors far far away
But don’t worry mother I’ll see you some day

And where have you gone our blue eyed one
Well my dear family gone off to have fun
Gone to the planets so far far away
But don’t worry my sweethearts I’ll see you some day

But where have you gone our blue eyed one
Brothers and sisters I’m off to have fun
Off to the galaxies far and away
But don’t you all worry I’ll see you some day

So where are you taking us blue eyed son
Well mom and dad way out past the sun
Were going to places far far away
To show you the wonders I’ve seen every day

I’m so glad you’re with me now out here today