Eric Lowry was my best friend. Ever since we were in middle school, Eric, Justin and I were inseparable. When anyone in our small corner of Wisconsin talked about one of us, it was assumed they were talking about all three. Eventually we were separated. I went off to college, Justin to Iowa and Eric hit the road as a trucker.
And thats where his story ended, on the busy Eisenhower Expressway in Chicago. When they pulled him from the wreck, the EMTs said he was asking if anyone else was hurt. That was Eric. That was my friend.
Eric was a great friend, a loving father and just a damn good person. No, he wasn’t perfect. He got into trouble, caused more than his fair share of it, but when you needed him, he was there. And he probably brought backup. He was my constant, but he’s gone.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. Not a day goes by that wouldn’t be better with him here. But we soldier on.
Happy Birthday Turtle.