Eric Jason Whitaker (October 15, 1985 - December 27, 2006)
Category: Writing and Poetry
Share tyme.. A first look back...
Born to an only child when she was 21, he was a miracle baby. From the age of 15 she'd been told that children were not in her cards, yet here he came -- entering the world against all odds. Full of a baby's innocence, he began to shine his love and laughter upon the family he'd been born into. Doted upon and spoiled indeed, his cries were only to fulfill his needs. Fits of temper were mostly screamed when he was forced to sleep. His first word, "nana" (for banana), was adapted to "Nannie" (for grandma). first steps, first trips, first falls, first utter joys, followed by his first exclamation of awe.. "Look Mama!! Flower!".
From day one he never wanted to (nor needed to) do anything or go anywhere alone. A chubby lil hand would reach for another as a mischievious smile took over his face.. "Come on!", he'd say, and off we'd go looking for an adventure. Soccer, T-ball, cub scouts, football... We did them all! Nannie, Grampa n Mama building bridges... And teachin him to cross. Along the way a hole developed that none filled. He faced the world refusing to admit the hole existed.
As with any child, the years they flew. Teen years came and with them, the need to fill the invisible hole. His love & laughter shone so brightly. Temptations became conquests and conquests were his challenge. To get inside a thing and see how it worked became his focus, ripping things apart to see their purpose. Toys, radios, clocks and more, all conquered and left hopelessly gaping open.The only thing he couldn't and wouldn't get inside of to view was that invisible hole inside himself he refused to see.
He rushed ahead to 21 (twenty fun) and an awesome, loving young man he became. Racing thru life with a laugh and a grin; love in his heart for those who loved him unconditionally. With his hand outstretched and look on his face that promised, "Come on! It'll be fun!", he charged through life with very little fear.
On a cold day, just after Christmas, he rode his last ride, his heart heavy with a need to help others. True fear he finally faced, and with great pain he left this world, never having faced the invisible hole. He rides recklessly now thru streets of gold and fields of awesome color, wearing A huge grin, saying, "Come on! It'll be fun!". I know that God himself enjoys that smile. Though i miss him so deeply that I've created my own invisible hole, i know that his has been filled.
So live your lives, cross your bridges & fill your holes.. Live your lives & share your Joys, fears, and tears, for tomorrow the chance may be gone.
Rest in Peace my son... Mama loved you to the very end and one day I'll reach out my hand..And whisper "Come on! Let's have some fun!" ~T^R~
