Tonight, we came together to share our grief, love and memories of Eddie. There were a couple hundred people there of all ages, races and faiths, huddled together in the pews of the church, arms around each other and heads bowed low.
I realized as I listened to their touching, inspiring and even funny stories about Eddie that I didn’t know him very well. And although I wish I did, I am also just glad to know that there are people like him out in the world. Unassuming 15-year-old boys who work and play hard, whose joy for life is contagious and motivating.
I kept thinking about how many other amazing people there must be hidden beneath the seas of faces I see day after day. I will never know every single one—If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get to know an itty bitty fraction of them—but at least I know they’re out there. You’re out there.
Apparently, Eddie had a lot of gimmicks. A lot of repeat jokes, a lot of nicknames for people and a lot of phrases that just stuck. One of them, my favorite, was “What’s good?” He often started conversations that way, and it got people to think past the bad and the ugly to the good and the beautiful. I guess Eddie, the lessons he taught, the lives he touched and the laughs he got are what’s good.