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Ericka, it’s been around 40 years, but you’re still remembered fondly. I can still hear your trademark laughter — especially animated after we mocked Sr. Mary Rose. How she tried to torment you! I fondly recall grooving to Super Soul Saturdays, and how your mom loved the Isley Brothers. I remember your cool brother, and Camphausen, and walking up to Hills. I recall a time at Murphy’s when a clerk followed you in the store because she assumed that you would shoplift. That was a bitter lesson for me. We lost track after grade school, but I remember running into you at We Love Erie Days some years later, as you pushed your young daughter in a stroller. I wonder how she is, and I hope life has been kind to you and your family. Friends like you are uncommon — I won’t soon forget.
— Your childhood friend, Melissa

I'm nervous to reach out because I don't know if you would appreciate hearing from me. But I miss you a lot and I think about you all the time. I don't even care about it anymore. I just miss you. I hope you are doing well.

We were both broken in the same way, but different. I finally sought help, but you were already gone. I just wanted you to know what a wonderful mother you were for me. As a matter of fact, all the men who had you in their lives were blessed, if they realized it or not. You always did right by them and your family. I hope things are better for you now, wherever you may be.

May you never see this

Even after a year of death my Father Is still fucking us over . Hope you feel what you are putting mom through .. ass

I’m terrified that I’ll forget the sound of your laughter soon. Your joy could fill a room but now it echoes through the halls of my mind. I’ve chased it, trying to find the source but it’s never there. It’s never the same.

The days seem less without you in them...

Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever speak again. I wonder if you miss me. I wonder if you realize I miss you. I wonder what your kids are like, and if I'll ever get to meet them. I wonder if they even know I exist. I wonder what you're like as a parent. I wonder if you remember that my birthday is soon. I wonder if you care. I wonder if you care about me still. Still. Still. Still.

Do you still love me, Mom?