I just wrote about three paragraphs and accidentally pressed the back button and lost everything. This situation kind of reinforces the purpose of my post though.
I was discussing how difficult it is, at times, to write a post about Eddie. Even though I love him very much and want to spread the word. It came down to two reasons why it's difficult 1) I get caught up in the fond memories of him and don't want to break that joy of reminiscing to create a post or 2) the feeling of loss is sad enough to make me not want to do anything and posting a memory/journal entry/note about Eddie just seems too exhausting.
Even now, it's difficult to post. It's more difficult knowing that I idiotically just pressed the back button on accident, but I push through it. Why? Because I realize if I don't then I am one step closer to allowing Eddie's existence be forgotten and I strongly believe that will be a shame. Generations of my family after me should realize how great of a man Eddie is and I would like them to cherish him as much as I do. And by posting my memories of him, I'm taking an extra step to explaining who Eddie is and allow him to live on longer than he was allowed.
I know it's not the same thing as having a real time conversation with your loved one, hearing their voice, anticipating their responses, or physically being able to hold them or them holding onto you, but this is the best we've got right now. And we should reach for and use any tool that allows us to immortalize them.