Precious Time

The same day I got back from Montreal, I found out that one of my friends in the Chorus had died.

Eric was one of those guys who was always around, and you always expected him to be there. He was quiet, unassuming, and warm. Yet he never wanted anything special. He just was a good person.

He had a penchant for drag. In fact, he made a knockout drag queen. And he was fiercely talented when it came to makeup. Many of the boys in the Chorus came to him for makeup tips whenever they needed to be done up for a show.

He had a radiant smile. It lit up the room. And a hearty laugh to back up the smile.

He wasn’t one of my best friends, but he was, indeed, a friend. Four years ago when I was working a dead-end job in retail, he stopped in at the store and we had a long talk about how I wasn’t happy with my job and needed to find something new. Eric helped me. He recommended me for a position where he was working. I went in for an interview, but it wasn’t the right fit for me at the time. However, hedidn’t stop there. He got me in contact with a former co-worker of his who was leaving her position at the law firm she was working at. I interviewed with them, and have been there now for the last 3 years. Without his encouragement and that extra push that he gave me, I might not have made the transition at all. I have Eric to thank for that.

Having said that, I certainly hoped I appropriately thanked him. I’m pretty sure I did, but if not…

Eric, thank you. You were a true friend.

I will miss you.