We went through some of the diskettes Erick left behind. They contained songs that he played on his synthesizer some time back. As we played them on the church keyboards I couldn't help but almost feel his presence and how I miss it.
The songs play on, but no fingers touch the keys. He's not sitting there, and his corny jokes are nowhere to be heard. I strum the guitar but am nowhere near the proficiency of Matthew, my cousin who is also down-under.
Come back fast you two. We're all missing you.
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