Seeing you,
Lying in a hospital bed
Killed me inside
I held your hand tight
Let you know
How much I loved you
We may not have
Always seen things
Eye to eye
But I never would
Have wanted this
I even prayed
That we could
Trade places
Saying a final good-bye
To your lifeless body
Was the hardest thing
I have ever done
Has been almost a year
Since that tragic day
Imagine you quite often
Never will your memory fade
You are still so loved
Still thought of
Eric, you will always be my hero
Wish I had told you
Before it became too late
I'll be sure to say so
Once we meet again
Thanks for being a friend
Always making me smile
I promise to live life
To its fullest
In your honor

What a fantastic tribute, Nikki; your poem is so heartfelt and honest that it truly touches and moves the reader.

I have been in the bed and I have been by the bed; somehow I recovered, but those I stood vigil by passed away, despite my best efforts. I have always been the nurse and caregiver in my family; I am reminded of Mandy's recent poem about being everybody else's hero in that way.

What I do, all I can do, is live my life to its fullest in their honor. Thanks for the reminder; I needed it just now.

Beautiful poem from a beautiful poet, Nikki. God bless and keep you, and the soul of Eric Jones, whom you have paid such eloquence to here.

Love,

+Stevie

I was watching this program on HBO about teenagers and drinking. There was this 15 year old kid that had drank a case of beer and ended up crashing his four wheeler into a tree. Seeing that kid in the hospital not able to move, shattered, took me right back to the day I first and last saw Eric. Eric had been slammed into while riding on his motorcycle, by a woman that was not paying close attention to what she was doing. I went from work to the hospital. I hugged his mother and father. His father told me to say good-bye to him, he was not going to make it. Seeing him there was devastating. He was my brother Jason's best friend. Eric treated me like a sister. He was amazing. His funeral was the hardest I have ever cried about anything in my life. I think of him so much and I am thankful that he has moved on to a better place. I love him and miss him and wish he were here with us.