The earliest picture I have of Eric and myself is from the 70s. We played sports together in the YMCA. Our team was called the Dodgers. We both lived in the San Fernando Valley. We enjoyed competition. Football, basketball, tennis, billiards, foosball, ping-pong. You name it. And it is an honor to say we remain true friends to this day. Although we talk less and less I will always consider Eric a faithful companion. My fondest memories were from the late 80's when he and I and my mom all lived together in Woodland Hills. If any of us had something we needed to bitch about we would talk it out. Patiently. With emotion. But we also loved to laugh and dance and smoke weed and play board games. We were a formidable trio. The thing I admire most about my dear friend is his loyalty. I could trust Eric. He was sensitive. He could always relate. And his love and generosity for my mom was remarkable. Probably the most compassionate gift I have ever witnessed.

Thank you, Eric. Godspeed.

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