August 22, 2004

When I reflect about my dear brother Eric, the story is so very full. And like-every other story, there must be a beginning. Of course, being that it is Eric, well it doesn't actually start at the very beginning, it starts instead at something like the age of two when One afternoon Mom went into Eric’s bedroom and found him sitting on the floor, pretty much naked and yes, he was covered from head to toe in Johnson's baby powder. That moment in the Tishler family set the tone for what was to come.

And I guess if we do step back for a moment to the real beginning, well let's leave Dad out of this for the moment, Eric chose to arrive on the very auspicious date of April 1st. So as life went along, and Jason & I were old enough to participate in planning for birthday presents... well, please feel free to use your imagination. Yes, there were plenty of bras and panties and yes, even smelly jock straps. What else would one imagine for an April fool's baby.

And at the heart of all the abundant laughter was Eric's true blessing and his true gift...his passion. His passion was the driving force, which shaped his tapestry so full. It mode his landscape so rich with texture and the people whose lives he touched...touched so deeply~ He was and always will continue to be such a beautiful son, brother, husband, partner, father and most importantly... friend. That is what I am most proud to say for all of us, about my brother Eric, that we are so honored to be his friend.