One of Eric’s greatest joys was riding his motorcycle.He described to me the feeling he got while on his bike, he said, “it requires complete concentration, I can’t allow myself distraction, but within that, I find absolute freedom and peace.” I read a quote from a motorcyclist who said, “4 Wheels Transport the Body, Two Wheels Transport the Soul.” Much was the case with Eric.The additional caveat is that he loved to go really, really fast, always safe, but fast! About 2 years ago, I decided to take a ride with Eric, and what a ride it was!I loved Eric very much, I loved every ride we took.Today I’d like you to hold on and join me while I share some of our rides.

THE WILD RIDE

The time I had with Eric was exhilarating, enchanted, infatuating and surreal.He showed me how to wake up to a small, ordinary day and make it bigger, explode it with passion and animation, wriggle my toes in status quo like it was mud, put butter on absolutely everything that was edible, find humor in the most mundane, and begin every single moment like we were Lewis and Clark, on the very first day of their explore, with motorcycle helmets on!

THE LOVE RIDE

ERIC had a heart that when fully stretched to it's maximum, which is the way he liked it, housed a universe of colossal joy, goodwill and empathy. More than anybody I've ever met, he truly wanted everyone in his life to seek and find their greatest contentment. His generosity was boundless, he would help anyone, at anytime, in anyway.No paybacks, that’s not the ride he was on.And the thing is, at memorial services like these, people stand up and say, “He was the kindest person I’ve ever known”, but this time it’s REALLY, REALLY, REALLY true!

THE FUN RIDE

Eric’s sense of humor was unparalleled.He had comebacks and quips that were lightning fast and perfectly on target.He was uniquely unfettered and sometimes it was just as much fun watching the reaction of someone he was joking with as listening to what he was saying.So many times, I saw this look from those who were experiencing Eric’s wit for the first time, “Did he really just say that?” “Can you say that?”

I was once out of town for a week and he would text me every day, “I miss you Jane” and that would be the caption of the photo he sent with him wearing various articles of my clothing, skirts, underwear, tights, bras…….

And the school bus radio! Wow, many of you can attest to his radio comedy!

My Dad, whose nick name was “Swede” had a stroke leaving him paralyzed on his right side. He was leaving the nursing home for the first time, my siblings and I were all there, Eric too, and we were trying to get him out of the car, into the wheel chair……..it was stressful for us, humiliating for my dad.At just the right moment, Eric said to my dad, “Swede, did you have a stroke or something”! Perfect ice-breaker, perfect start to a wonderful Thanksgiving.

THE GAMBLING RIDE

Eric was a gambler, but a smart one.He knew the odds, and he played them.And when he was ALL IN, baby he was ALL IN! Eric was bi-polar, he was aware the odds were against him, but he played his hand with valor and grace and genius.He played his life brilliantly with the cards he was given, sometimes the Ace remained elusive, sometimes a Royal Flush.He accepted it all and played on.

THE REAL ERIC RIDE

This is the Eric I knew and the Eric I miss every day.

I miss how he poured coffee.When he would make a fresh pot of coffee, he would pour it into a cup like it was liquid gold, a rare exotic, life changing fluid that may never be encountered again.

I miss the way he lifted his chin and smiled when something engaged him.

I loved all his variations on chicken salad.

I miss the way his face softened and glowed when he talked about how proud he was of Savi, or what Savi was doing or experiencing.“I love that kid”, he would say so often.

I miss the way he talked to me in his Barry White voice.

I miss his giggle.

I miss the way he sang a Bob Dylan song.

I miss the way he flossed.

I miss walking hand in hand with ERIC and feeling like I was absolutely the luckiest person on the planet.

THE JANE AND ERIC RIDE

Eric flirted with reality like it was his script to write. I never edited.I let him ride his ride.He let me ride mine.But together, well sometimes maybe an editor should have stepped in! One time he asked me if I could help him stop saying FUCK so much.I told him, “Eric, you are the most eloquent, prolific swearer I have ever known, I won’t do it.” To which he replied, “Oh Fuck it, you’re right.”“Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck”!

When we went on bicycle rides neither of us would give in and say, “We’ve gone out far enough, maybe should head back.”We would just keep riding!On the way back it would be all kinds of groaning and swearing and laughing through the exhaustion.

When we got on his motorcycle, he’d open it up wide and I would scream in speed drenched Euphoria.We’d fly up the mountain to Nederland for an Americano at The Train Cars and then fly back down, now fueled with both adrenaline AND caffeine!

Let’s get some chocolate, SURE. That hitchhiker needs a ride, YES HE DOES. One more episode? WHY NOT. Is it too early? NO.Is it too late? NEVER. Should we try that? ABSOLUTELY!

ERIC’S LAST RIDE

Hunter S. Thompson shared this experience about riding a motorcycle, “Faster, Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.”That was Eric’s Ride.

In August of this year, Eric told me he was thinking about selling his motorcycle.This is what is so devastating to me.We should all be meeting here today, Eric should be standing in the front, and we should be asking, “Hey Eric, what’s going on?”“Why would you ever want to sell your motorcycle?” We could drink coffee and talk about it. That’s what we should be doing today.

WHAT’S YOUR RIDE?

Today I wanted to celebrate Eric, but I also wanted to ask you, Eric’s people, an important question.

Toward the end of Eric’s life he began to question his worth. This magnificent man, who had lived the life of a gallant, sovereign soul, began to examine himself under a lense of cultural standards and expectations that had seemed to never matter to him before. He lamented that he hadn’t done enough, been enough, made enough.He tried to cram himself into the ONE-SIZE-FITS-ALL-BECAUSE-WE’RE- ALL- THE- SAME-SUIT, and it didn’t fit. He tugged at it. He wrestled the discomfort. He tried so very hard.

I want you to get on your motorcycle right now.Get on your motorcycle! Clutch is on the left, Brake is on the right.Close your eyes, do it, please play along with me.

I want you to think about your worth, YOUR RIDE……… Put your motorcycle into first gear, one click down.

Before you let out the clutch, let me ask you this. Is this the ride you want to be on?Are you happy with your direction? Is there another path you want to take? Now is the time, today is your day. And if your journey seems too overwhelming, too arduous, please, please, please, ask for help.

Because really, we’re all on the ERIC RIDE now. We have to be, or there is no purpose or direction to any of this. If we see someone in need, we must help.If there is joy to be had, we must seize it.We must forgo judgement, and embrace differences, equality and acceptance. We must save room in our motorcycle saddlebags for a good joke, a dark roast coffee, a safe journey and infinite love.

LET’S RIDE!

Eric and i would ride peak to peak to highway 36 then head into Estes Park, not a short ride. If you know 36 going into Estes Park you know that the last couple miles is a 7% grade hill 2 lanes going into Estes. We always prepared ourselve for the hill going down because we agreed to own the road and not ride on the edge of the road (gravel). So when we got to the hill it was heads down and fly. We would hit 40 mph, Cars couldnt pass we owned the road on our bikes. Again heads down and hailing axx. Smiling and knowing we owned it, we had to be focused, back in the day no helmets, So we held the road. Once down, we'd wow the hailing axx and move to our next objective. 

We always did the same thing once in Estes, 3 places were our favorites. A soda shop (root beer) on the east end of town, an ice cream parlor on the west side of town and Beau Jo Pizza. I haven't been to Estes in a while but bet they are still there. We would start at the soda shop, then a slice of pizza, then ice cream. It took an hour or so, what we knew is we need the fuel for the ride back (The Hill).

Once rested and fueled we would start back. There is only one way back to Boulder, THE HILL. It was intimiadating we would talk about what was to come for 10 minutes before we hit the hill. All kidding aside, breath and peddle. We both had 18 speed bikes, as we climbed the hill obviously we would down shift. by the time we were half way we were both burning. By the time we got to the top we were both in 1st gear, ( no smiling now it was work and breath).I mean we could walk faster then the speed of the bike. But we both knew once we got off it was a whole new set of muscles that weren't being used, so we pumped it out in 1st gear. We always made it, not one time was it easy. Once on top we were both relieved even though we still had 20 miles of rolling hills to go to get home. 

We would get home, exhausted, yearning for the couch. The last step in the ride was carrying the bikes up stairs. We would discuss leaving them outside because we were done. We'd laugh about it. You go first, no you, on and on. Finally we'd take them up. The final climb, up the stairs with the bikes. 

It was never about easy with Eric, it was about successfully doing what we set out to do. Enjoy it and feel accomplished. Each time we rode that hill it built us in ways I took with me in life. Like so many things with Eric. The HILL built character. Each time I approach a hill today i think of those days and pump it out. There isn't a hill on this planet I can't climb because of those lessons with Eric. 

The climb was always worth it, work but worth the reward. 

Thanks Eric for so many rewards in life. 

Randy

Another story to show a personality that wont be forgotten.
 
Eric was a push -up and sit-up guy, me push-up barbell guy. We worked out all the time in the apartment. Eric push-up and sit-up. He was proud of his abs. Me push-up and barbell , arms. Bike handled the legs. 

One day we just got done with our workout, I'm sitting on the couch resting. Eric grabs a dumbell (10#), says whoever can do the most doesnt buy coffee. I'm pumped, blood flowing already. I say go. Eric pumped out 40 rips with his right arm, stops. The goal, 41 rips so Eric buys coffee. 

I start feeling good get to 30. Eric gets up and starts dancing around the room to distract me. It was working. I slowed. I'm at 33 he pulls down his pants and puts his axx in my face in his underwear. I start laughing slowed again, curling weight to beat 40. Eric saw I'm close I'm at 37, then that shxxhead pulls his underwear down and sticks his bare axx in my face (goofy Eric). I lost it laughing my ass off (laughing and weights dont go together, cant breath on each rip) dropped the dumbell at 38. He won. 

It cost me $2 at the coffee store across the street. I got a lifetime of laughs for $2. He did that. A gift of laughter. That was Eric. 

The moral to the story, know the child in yourself. Eric always brought the boy out in me. That's not easy to do in this world, Eric made it so easy. 

Thanks Eric for a lifetime of laughs. I won't forget.

Randy

We all lose in life. 

I have lost famliy members, cars, jobs, girl friends, friends. The list goes on. In all cases I've always believed it was lifes way of building my character, I beleive so. Not easy, rather can i sustain my path. 

In all my losses, this one is new to me. I found out about Eric's passing on my birthday. My birthday will never be the same again. 

The loss of Eric is really a new loss. I have been gathering my feelings/thoughts for a few weeks now and have only gathered that this loss surpasses all my other losses. I'm waiting for the lesson!

Honestly, we had so much fun. We built life in everything we did. I could write story after story but in the moment the loss overwehlms me. I pray for all of you and pray for strength to endure this loss. 

Eric your my buddy forever and i will never forget our ability to live. 
Randy

This is another story that defines a relationship.

In 1987 i was at a car wash, just washed my camero. Was whipping it down post wash. Lost in the moment I'm working on my car. 

In that moment a dude runs up, breathing hard, panting. Says his has 2 watches for sale.  He shows me the watches. My mind is he just took them from somewhere, hense running. One solid gold and the other 2 tone silver and black. He says $200 for both. I'm like ok done. 

I finish my car, proud of my recent purchase.I'm excited. thinking i can take them to Eric and double my money. 

I get to Eric's, had prepped him. He is like yeah bring them by I'll help. I get there and show him the watches. He starts laughing. I'm like what . He says these are pcs of shxx. probably worth $20 each. I'm are you kinding. I told him the story. of acquiring. He wouldnt stop laughing. He said I can't put that crap in my fathers store. I was floored. I thought i got a steal, rather i got taken by a guy/con that played me. 

That was the day i learned what weight means. Eric took his Rolex made watch off, handed it to me.   He said feel  the wieght. Feel the difference? It was obvious. My $200 purchase was crap. I threw them away in the dumpster in the ally.

Just another story of how Eric taught me things. I've bought many items since and used that example for each case. I won't forget that lesson ever. 

Randy

All this is on my mind and i wish to share it because it tells a story of a great friend.
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Eric's first motorcycle was a Yamaya. He talked me into buying a bike, I got a Honda Magna. Once i got my bike we decided to take a road trip to Mt Rushmore and hang in the Black Hills. We took 2 days to get there (bike riding can get exhausting). If you've rode the Black Hills on a bike you know this, the roads are first hand smooth and empty. I think it was Rd. 34 that goes to Mt Rushmore. We are taking our time on a great road. bueatiful country, crusing along having a blast getting ready to check out MT Rushmore.

Out of no where this gigantic bull is staniding on the side of the road. Like huge, Had to have 20 inch horns, 3000 lbs. Eric and I stop, made noise with the bikes and otherwise. He did not budge.. He infact goes out into the middle of the road (oh shxx) Erics bike was black, mine bright red (ah had me wondering bulls/red shxx). That bull was certain he owned the road and had  no intention of  being intimidated by us. We actually drove toward him and he stood his ground.  This bull was bueatiful, huge and not going to take our shxx. 

Ok we are 20 miles away from MTRushmore at this point. After 2 days of crusing we run into a bull that seems intent to take us on. Option B, turn around and take another road adding 50 miles to our trip. 

Can you guess what we did, We turned around and went the other way. We both got scared by a bull and decided we would be better off driving an additional 50 miles. 

We laughed about it for years. That bull owned the road. We sure didn't. 
Or at least not that road.!

Randy

It had to be 1986 (Memorial Day) I just bought a new camero with t-tops. We decided to take a road trip. Vegas was the plan. We took off about 7pm. Hit the road, 200 miles in we ran into a traffic jam on I70. Not minor, We are talking about hours of trafic jam. We were were sitting for hours to go 20 feet. Its 12am, we are sitting. Both irritated I had a fooball in the car. We decided to play catch in the middle of I70. We got out and started playing catch. Everyone was jealous. We were having fun in the middle of omg piss me off situation. The next thing we know other guys get out of their cars and asked to play with us. Not a problem. Now there were 6 of us playing catch in the middle of the night waiting for I70 to clear. We did not give a shxx about those behind us. We  played. Traffic was not moving, 10 feet at a time, i would move the car while the guys played catch. Finally we got to the issue, water had washed out the highway and only one car at a time could get through. We got through. 

6 more hours of driving, we go. Its now 4am. We make the trip. I take my tops off once the sun rises. Given our direction I'm in the sun (yep white boy). We get into Vegas. Ah 114 degrees. I'm on fire. Completely burnt on my left side (bright guy!). We are both hot as hexx. Ok lets put the tops on and turn on the AC. We put the tops on, turn on the AC, ah within minutes it was apparent the AC wasnt working the car is blowing hot air. We are now both on fire. OK this is enough lets find a hotel. 

We went to probably 15 hotels on the stripe. All full, (memorial day imagine that cause we didn't). We ended up going off strip looking, both tired it was time. We found this small strip of motels. We drove up to the office on one motel, as we were walking in the owner of another motel was sceaming across the street for us to come over there. We got back in the car drove across the street and checked in. We didn't check the rooms, we were tired needed to sleep. When we got in the room it was 11am ish. We unloaded. Then decided we needed to shower. Check the bathroom out and what we found was WHAT! Eric 6 plus feet me 6 feet we looked at the shower head in the shower. It could not have been above 4 feet. We are both like What? Both started laughing guess we got to shower on our knees. We couldnt stop laughing. Funniest dam thing I've seen. Believe me that motel with Eric effected every trip i took in the furture which has been millions of miles of travel and thousands of hotel/motels all over the planet.  Every single time I checked in a hotel/motel I thought of that experience with Eric. 

No matter what the PITA was Eric and I could laugh about it or turn it into fun. Today I still laugh about it. Who puts a shower head at 4 feet, (i know the answer).

Just another example of great times with a great friend and be sure to check your room before you check in!
Randy

Theses are memories I'm compelled to share.

Can you say Table Mesa Trail. or West Ridge trail or Makictoc trail.. We rode and hiked  those 100 of times. Macitoc was the challenge. there was a special place at the top we made. I bet its still there, a bench out of tree stock and flag stone. We would make the climb just to hang on the bench. Then ripe down Green Mountain with no fears.

After at least 100 trips up that trail Eric made a decision, 75% up the trail is a huge flag stone rock in the middle of the trail. We always had to get off our bikes and carry them to the other side. Then one day Eric said BS we are riding over this rock. 

If you know the trail you know the rock, huge! I said ok lets get it done. That guy rode right over this rock that we could never ride over before. He look back at me and smiled. He did it!. My turn I saw his trek, I followed it, I made it. It wasn't easy man.  Timing, know your bike and pure power of your body was the only answer. 

We rode the rest of the trail as always. And celebrated our accomplishment on our forest built bench.

We were both in our late 20's, today 30 years later I remember the significants of a rock. Life is funny man.

Ironic, just a rock!

Really it wasnt just a rock,..... Living has rocks, just ride over them.

Randy
ps love you dude

I cant get this out of my head without sharing  the value of a good friend. Eric was it man!

As an example, his persasive personality (as you all know) could talk me into things that no one else could.

I'll never forget it, He said i should learn to snow board.  Having no idea what i just agreed too i agreed We are all excited rent a board, boots and hit the slope on Breakenridge. Yeah lets get it done. Now Eric did not prepare me. He had been boarding for 3 years.  I on the other hand was relying on strictly ego. This cant be that tough! It was my first time. Once committed, is when the informstion started to flow. I was, this is a wlk in the park! Ah put your forward foot in the binder, leave the rear foot out, OK! Get on the lift. OK! The lift ride made perfect sense, chat, hold your board and??? Ah getting off the lift was a new concept, one foot in one foot out. That while i thought was simple, i swear it was not. Eric quiet patient and aware of what was to come (one of those i'll show you buddy) just watched. Me I found the closet mound of snow and put my rear foot in.

This is when the fun began (right for Eric). What I didn't know is we went to a black slope. On one slope was moggles (opps) the other speed. Guess which one I took (snow boards and moggles not good). As we all know (now) the runs merge. so after falling, rolling, tumbling, breaking my axx on the moggle slope every 3 feet for a 1000 feet I got to the merge.

Exhausted, not very impressed with this concept I look down the slope, theres Eric waiting for me. Im like the worst has to be behind me, (beep,, the faster you go the harder the fall).  So I take off, (not in control, PROBLEM!). It didnt take long, I'm out of control, going 30 mph and the obvous has to ocure. Randy wipes out hard tumble, roll crash snow every where screaming (other skiers and me) Ah yeah Eric is watching and laughing his ass off. I was pissed. I'm like you SOB you put me on this slope to kick my ass!. I'm like you MF i catch you your ass is mine. 

No I did not catch him (imagine that for obvious reasons i was on my back, face front and otherwise to surivive my first day of snowboarding), I must of fell 450 times my first day.  But i did 3 more runs, got my balance and continued to board for many years after that first run

We got in the car, I'm sore as hexx from head to toe..  I had nothing but admiration for him (no pain no gain). He was right. You can do it (he didnt have to say it he just put me in a position to do it). Course he was laughing and he had to buy the beer for the entertainment value.

I would have never taken that  first run without Eric. I had alot of firsts with Eric and I will miss the future firsts.

This is just a story of friends being friends
Randy

This is not easy for me.

Where Eric and i started was long ago (1975). He is the only person that i ever rode (bike) Peak to Peak, Flagstaff, and  front range trails with. He got me into mountain bikng and we  owned the front range as young men. I honestly think he and I were the reason for new laws for mountain biking rules in the front range. We lived well for years as roomies. During that period we found ways to create energy and life. Eric was a special influence on my life. The climb was worth the return down! We did it so often it became habit for me. A metifore, you got to go up before you can come down. We would work to climb the mountain to play coming down. The hike or bike ride would yeild the way down, which was always fun. A balance in work and play. He knew how to push me as i knew how to push him. The result always right with positive energy as the result.

Eric was the only guy i could take my love issues too. I believe it was the same for him. That is how close we were. I could tell him anything and he me. It did not matter what year it was, that was our bond! When i was upset about my girl he is who i would chat with. He always said the the important thing to get my attention. His objective was always my well being.  That is the Eric I remember. 

Eric was dedicatted to his fathers store. He was a great watch maker. I watched for countless hours. I witnessed him get up every day to manage repairs and retail clients. I'll never forget during a holloween mall crawl on 16th mall (back when that was ok) he asked me to help him watch the store because he was worried damage would occur to the store front. His priorities were right. I helped, we both sat on the store front windows during craziness was around us. That's what business owners do! Again another example I took with me of leaders'ship  in my life. 

Then he met Zoshia, I never saw him happier. It wasnt long before I knew the guys got to go (a common rule amoung guys). The single guy plan was out. Eric took his path i took mine. We grew up. We went from young men to grown men in  a flash in the pan it now seems.

Eric bragged about his wife and his son everytime we spoke. He was proud.. So know he was a proud father and husband.

Ill add more later............Randy
RIP my friend

What I am Thankful for Day 10:

This is a tough one because sadness brought about today's post. I had a totally different idea of what I wanted to reflect on until I got to the gym today. As many of you know the gym is a daily ritual for me. A time to burn off stress productively, reflect and to keep my journey moving forward in a positive direction. The gym started as a place to workout but over the past 2.5 years it has become a home. A place I go to accomplish the aforementioned goals but it has become so much more for me. The faces, personalities, friendships and experiences there help put a smile on my face even when I have been down. There have been times when I was feeling extremely sad and/or lonely so I took my "medicine"..I went to the gym. During those times I walked in the door sad but left feeling great because somebody there helped pick me up.

Early this year I felt like my life was spinning out of control. I was lost and it hurt. I had never felt emotional pain like that. I have often said I would take physical pain any day over emotional heart ache. It was traumatic! One evening I had hit bottom and knew I could not be home alone. I went to my "go to" escape, the gym. I arrived really late and to no surprise the place was completely empty as it had been many times before at that hour. I put my wool stocking cap on and pulled it down over my eyes. I got on the eleptical with my ear buds in and escaped into thought. This too had become a routine for me, a way to escape and pray. My time to have a one sided conversation with God about why so much was challenging me in my life. The hat hid the tears that always accompanied the reflection. I did my 30 minutes on the eleptical, took my hat off and there stood Eric, one the of the trainers at at the gym.

I had seen Eric in the gym many times before. He was in his late 50's but in extremely good shape! We had exchanged nods and smiles smiles in the past but never spoke. On this occasion it was different. Eric signaled for me to remove my ears buds which I did. He chuckled and said he wanted to know my "story". He said he was always perplexed by me because I had the same daily routine and rarely talked to anyone. He said a lot of people thought I was an a-hole because I always kept to myself. Eric knew there was a back story there and wanted to hear it.

We talked for some time that night. He discussed the trials and obstacles he had overcome in life and his fitness journey. Our discussion really picked me up that night. I left feeling good. Over the next 6 months or so Eric and I would talk, joke around alway check in with one another. He asked how I was doing each time he saw me. He had a positive vibe about him.

Today I learned Eric took his own life on Sept. 17. I was in disbelief! Eric was the guy that motivated so many. He was the person that always went out of his way for others. He was so motivated to help others but ironically Eric needed us just as much.

Today I am thankful I knew Eric. He picked me up one evening when I was really low. I so badly wish I knew he was struggling. Peace to your soul brother. Many will miss your face! I wish you would have called someone. I wish you would have reached out to me before you decided you were not worth it. Chances are we were feeling the same uncertainty in life.

From the time I met Eric he made me feel like a queen and like I could do anything.  I am best friends with his wife, Zoshia and his son Sav is my son's best friend (and a second son to me), but that was beside the fact.  He was MY cheerleader and fan.

And when you have Eric Ammann as a fan, that means that you not only have a great friend but you have an advocate, a prober, a great listener and joker on your team.

One of the highlights of my time with Eric was when he joined our family a few summers ago on our regular surf trips to Costa Rica.  Eric had never surfed, but Sav and Zoshia wanted to give it a go and Eric agreed to come too.  Not only did Eric do some surfing (his constant can-do attitude) but he immediatley became friends with Edgar and other members of our Costa Rica family.  He and Zoshia seved as a constant example to friends and family there of the importance of treating eachother with love and respect even though living together was no longer an option.

Anyway, Eric had a nickname for me when he saw me surf.  He thought it was really cool that I could get up on my board so well in the water (pop up).  He named me Pop Tart.  And I was damn proud of it.  Because I knew that he meant it.  So it made me feel really good.  

That is the influence Eric had on me and so many others.  He saw my strengths and, at the same time he  knew I needed to be joked with (I can be stupidly serious) and he always knew how to make me smile and feel good about myself.

Oh and he was the KING of talking and listening...  About ANYTHING that I wanted to share.  And he would ask deep questions that were so honest and revealing.  They made me feel naked.  But I wasn't shy in front of him.   He was someone I could trust to have my back. 

 Eric you are forever missed and Zosh and Sav, my heart breaks with you.  We are here with you for the long haul and love you more than words can express.

Years ago we thought it would be lots of fun for the  four boys to go on a fishing trip to Mexico. After settling up with the fishing guides for the day, the gringos go one way and the fishermen go another. So the Ammann boys are getting our gear together and there is no Eric. We look around and there he is in the middle of the Mexican guys telling jokes and stories. They were all laughing and talking for about an hour. Best part was Eric couldn't speak a stitch of Spanish or they any English. Never stopped Eric from engaging with them!

Blessing you Zoshia, Savarone, family and friends.  

This is the Hawaiin prayer Ho'oponopono sharing both love and forgiveness during these moments of grief.  Repeat these 4 phrases to share both love and forgiveness during these moments. They will share a peace that transcends all understanding.  God is blessing us all, especially Eric, as he transitions to heaven.

 Rest in grace, Eric.

I love you 

I'm sorry 

Please forgive me 

Thank you. 

I love you, Zoshia