Eric was full of life and lived each day reaching for new heights. Eric lived for the thrill of life and it brought me great pleasure as a father to watch him reach for the moon as he road his beloved YZ250 at the local dirt tracks or his snowboard from the highest mountains. When we were together in these sports we connected more than a father and son. I looked forward to traveling on the motorcycles in the summer of 2012 though he was taken from us before we could have the opportunity to bond on that trip. Eric died doing what he loved. We can all only hope to live as free and die as free as he did.