I just learned that long time Rottie EFA passed away suddenly this past Friday. I don’t have anymore information right now but I will update you all as it becomes available. In the mean time please keep his family in your prayers. Australia has lost a good man, and we have lost a great friend.
Requiest en pace Eric, your humor and wit will be sorely missed mate.
I am waiting on any funeral information from EFA’s fried Nic. When they become available I’ll pass it on. I know few, if any of us, will be able to attend in person, but if any of us want to send flowers instead.
Yesterday, I received some really bad news. A friend of mine passed away. We were members of the same blog, and had chatted weekly about all and sundry. I had the great fortune of meeting him a few years back. At the time, he was 29 years old, looked 18, and had the vocabulary of a drunken sailor in Singapore. He was hilarious. And unusual, because he was a person who took living very seriously.
For him, “living” meant “squeezing out every bit of enjoyment”. He didn’t put off going some place or seeing someone for another day. He felt like doing something, he would do it. Once, he decided to go find feral hogs, because he was bored. While he was at DFW on a layover, he ordered three different Mexican meals at the restaurant, because he had the opportunity right then. Ate them all, too! When I told him about the passing of my friend, who wanted PJs at her funeral, he said, “You need to wear them for her. But you need to wear lingerie for the rest of us.”
He was rough when people were looking, and a complete gentleman when they weren’t. He loved his life, he lived it fully, and did more with it than most people do in three lifetimes. In short, he was an everyday hero.
I miss you, my friend. I weep for the loss to this world, and rejoice for the gain in Heaven. And when I see you in the future, I’ll have my comfy PJs and my llama, just so you can laugh at me again.
And from Aggie on H&B.
It is with a heavy heart that I report the passing of a dear friend, EFA.
Most of y’all knew him from the H&B chatroom. Some of us knew him from The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler blog, as well. A few of us had the fortune to meet him at the Florida Rott Fest a few years back. When I first saw him, I thought he looked angelic and couldn’t hurt a fly. Then he told BC to fuck off.
My faith in the Rott World was restored.
At the time he was touring the US, and collecting the quarters of every state he had visited. And the new pennies. He thought they were awesome. He made his own rum, and loved to go hunting in the brush, and was one of the few people who really enjoyed living.
So, tonight I shall hoist one in his honor. I don’t think God will mind if I break my Lent promise just this time. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if EFA wasn’t already giving Him a crash course on the finer points of rum.
God bless you for a saint, my friend. You are missed something fierce, and you’ll always be remembered and loved.