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December 01, 2009
Kristina's Eulogy

My sweet little brother. I love you so much. I will miss you forever and always. I wonder what Thanksgiving and Christmas will be like without you. I cry just thinking about how you will not be a groomsman at my wedding one day. I am sad because I feel in this world you did not fully comprehend how much you were loved. But I think now, in Heaven, you do. Now you are free. I never thought I would be writing your obituary, or speaking at your memorial service. You were supposed to be doing that for me one day. I used to carry you around on my hip, just 1 or 2 years old at the time, when you were just a toddler. I beat up the bullies for you, but I guess I couldn't protect you from everything. I know I will never get over the loss of you, my little brother. But I hope the memories that now make me sad will one day make me smile in fond, loving memory of you.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Your big sister, Kristina
December 01, 2009
A Eulogy for My Little Brother, Erik

My dear brother, my kindred spirit, my little partner in crime. I stand up here today in a reluctant state of disbelief. Since your untimely passing, my head has been savagely inundated with countless blissful memories of our life together. Our bond was so special and unbreakable, and I will miss our crazy endeavors as a perfect pair. Because there is simply no time to verbalize every sweet recollection of your beautiful existence as my little brother, I ask each lamenting soul in this room to envision your angelic, smiling face.
Those who have had the divine honor of sharing a part of their life with Erik will forever remember how sweet and caring he was, especially toward his only niece, Arleen. She was his pride and joy, and he loved her to unfathomable depths.
While he was still among us, his love for everyone radiated from all possible places in his heart. It is comforting to know that an immeasurable amount of it continues to touch everyone here and beyond. His warm hand is constantly trying to alleviate the pain and suffering felt as a result of his passing. I am undoubtedly assured that his torment has ceased to cast a heavy darkness on his pure spirit. His worldly chains have finally been lifted, and, as a result, his face can be felt on your skin when the sun beams down from the Heavens. His fingers can be felt combing through your hair when a cool breeze gently refreshes your face. His soul is the rain that is slowly washing away all this anguish. Never second-guess his presence, for he is always around us, breathing happiness into our darkened souls bit by bit. Erik, my love for you is and will always be without Earthly bounds. Blessed be the day when we meet again. You’re my main man.

I love you sweetheart.

Your big sister, Michelle
December 01, 2009
I don’t know where to start as there is so much to say about you. A best friend, a brother, a son; in each role you did your best, often finishing a phone call with a “love u”. Love is what you brought us and you still do, but in a different way now. But rest assured and in peace, we love you too so much and always will. I can feel your presence as I am writing this, and that’s why the words come easy and simple, our relationship has never ended and you will always ride along with all of us in our lives. Great Erik, you had fingers like spider legs that could build and fix things at will, like a one-man factory. So many talents you displayed. You never hesitated to help a friend-or even a stranger in distress. You were an expert in a whole lot of things and all these things you did with a light heart, open to anyone who wanted in. You had the positive attitude of the man who does not seek the eye of the public but instead thrived on human presence, and activities with us, your loved ones, just being together. For you it was the best thing in the world. We gave you all that and much more, and for this reason, I feel happy for you, and I am happy myself. I thank you so much for lighting up the end of my long days at work with your smiles and ingenuity and endless projects. Also for letting me stay at your house when I felt alone. We never wasted a moment together. You were the king of the bike meet, the master installer and crafter, the one who answered the phone, no matter what, and if you didn’t, we missed you…just like today; but don’t worry about us, because your love is in the air, and is helping all of us to cope and heal. You left a little unexpectedly but it’s all right; no shame, no blame, no lack of fame. But I have one request: please watch over us. Erik, May you reach your place of peace and serenity, because you deserve it, and like we used to say, get there, at the speed of light! We’ll see each other again. Rest in peace baby brother.
November 30, 2009
“God works in mysterious ways.” How true that is today. But what is not a mystery to me is the tremendous impact you had on us, Erik. More perhaps than you even realized. During the 20 years I had the privilege of knowing you, you taught us unconditional love, compassion and acceptance. That was your life’s work. And I can’t think of any higher calling than that. And this will impact all of us for generations to come.

You were the sweetest person I have ever known, and your sensitivity sometimes caused hardship for you, but even through that, you never passed judgment on anyone, ever.

Erik was always concerned about other people and their feelings.
I remember one day—Erik was probably around 3 or 4 years old—he had just gotten his vaccinations. Elisa came in carrying him, and I asked, “How are you doing?” Erik answered by laying his head on Elisa’s shoulder, patting her gently on the back and saying, “I have a good time.”

As he was growing up, we spent many of our holidays in Norway, and he came to love everything Norwegian, including Bestefar, Bestemor, his uncle Knut Bjorn (and his military uniforms—by the way Erik always liked to dress up looking good), aunt Margaret, and aunt Bente Karin, plus all his cousins. He especially loved cross county skiing at our place up there, it was so peaceful, he once told me.

Although the language barrier played a factor in communicating, normally it was not a problem. Except perhaps one time, when Erik was 4 or 5years old. He and Bestemor (my mother) were sitting out in her garden. He was asking her, “What color is this? What color is that?” and then he asked her, “What color is your butt?” My mother told me later that she did not know what the word “butt” ment, but she answered it anyway, since Erik was talking about colors. So she said “Green.” His eyes grew big as saucers, and in amazement he asked, “You have a green butt?!”

Later on, Erik developed a keen interest in anything with wheels, and anything he could steer. He got his first electric Monster truck on his 5th birthday, and when I told him it was time to go to bed that night, he replied by saying, “I like to sleep right here, on the hood of the truck.” That passion propelled Erik into becoming the great mechanic he was.

At age 13, he took an old snowmobile that I’d left at my parents’ house in Norway that had not been started for 15 years. Erik worked on it day and night for 2 days. He got it started, and rewired the whole electrical system while he was at it.

Erik had many hobbies and passions: skateboarding, snowboarding, motorcycle riding, bike riding, horseback riding, boating, wake boarding, cross country skiing, bike repair, truck restorations and customizing, welding, and anything else mechanical. While some of these hobbies came and went, the constant in Erik’s life was his love of music. He taught himself to play the guitar and his musical talent came to light quickly. He became very good at it, playing both classical and electric guitar. Music, to him, was a comfort and a release from daily struggles.

Erik, I will sorely miss you sitting on the couch, playing Malagueña on your 12-string or a blistering, amped-up Jimi Hendrix song, blaring from your room. The door didn’t have to be open to hear it. And I also think the neighbors got a free concert as well.

I will miss going together to the racetrack with our motorcycles, or riding on country roads, and you passing me, doing a wheelie.

I will miss your great smile that could light up a room, and your funny sense of humor.

I will miss hearing your very modified truck coming home late at night, preceded by the BOOM BOOM BOOM from your highly modified stereo system.

I will miss you coming to me, showing me new cool stuff on the internet.

I will miss your inside jokes—you know what I’m talking about.

I will miss saying to each other, “ bye I love you” after each phone call and each goodbye.

Your ups and downs was sometimes hard on your sensitive soul, but it gives me great comfort to know that you are now free, free of earthly trials and tribulations.

The saying, “Only the Good Die Young” has never been more true than it is here today.

Erik, from the bottom of my heart I want to thank you for the honor of having been your student here on earth for the past 20 years. So long for now. Godspeed and God bless you, my dearest son, Erik. I will miss you. Bye I love you.

Love, Pappa
November 09, 2009
Dear Erik,
You were my boy too, you grew up with Christopher, you have a special place in my heart and your picture is on my desk.
Now, when I see a butterfly, I think of you, for you are now free and hanging around I am sure.
Bon voyage, now on, you will ride wild white horses!
My sincere affection is with you,


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