And I don't know why.
I think it's when you hear that someone died, someone you grew up with...you just kind of try to think back on everything you ever said...try to remember the last time you saw them.
It's not the Eric was my close friend. It's not like I've seen him in the last year or so.
But the thought of him, only 24...
I just wonder what happened to him.
I wonder if anyone else knows. From school.
And I wonder why, at times like these, I wish I was 18 again. When everything was simple and straightforward and everyone was safe.
I miss that.
And I think we'll all miss Eric.