Eric died peacefully at his home in Brentwood after a courageous battle with cancer on March 12, 2015. He was born April 26, 1953 in Victoria, B.C. Predeceased by his mother and father, Eric is survived by his two brothers; David and Brian; his five nieces and nephews, Andrew, Nevan, Natalie, Charlotte and Mallory and 6 great nieces and nephews. He will be greatly missed by his many friends who supported and cared for him throughout his illness.
By Eric’s request, there is no funeral. However, donations may be made in his name to the Canadian Cancer Society, 2410 Lee Avenue, Victoria, BC. V8R 6V5.
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I was lucky to have my Uncle Eric so close by me as a kid growing up in Victoria. When we were younger we would often go to my grandparents and have barbeques, salmon bakes on the beach, and roast beef dinners with yorkshire puddings. My grandpa would always have his martini, while my dad and uncle quite often would have manhattans. I so wanted to eat the garnish in those drinks as a kid and my uncle was always the one to give me his garnish. As I got old enough to drink he would always make me my own manhattan or martini and he would always remember my favorite part of the garnish.
As a kid he would always set up games and things for my sister and I to do while at my grandparents. He would often set up elaborate treasure hunts that would keep us occupied for a long time. One time my sister and I could not find the treasure and we never had a treasure hunt again. That was who he was, proud of whatever he did even if it was just a treasure hunt and took this seriously that we could not find it. In the summer he would take me out on the windsurfer board, which was one of his many passions. I was too little to hold the windsurfer up, but just to paddle around on the board with him was fun enough. He one time set up oyster shells he put out on the ocean for target practice which would take great precession to have them float perfectly for us. It was definitely always an adventure when we were down there and my uncle was a big part of that.
As I got older Eric and I shared telling stories about travel, movies and life. He always liked to watch movies and would be a strong critic of them. Once he moved down to the camp and my dad and I would visit, he would make my dad and I salmon for dinner and manhattans for drinks. If the weather was nice we would sit outside and enjoy the views and sometimes he let me take his sailboats he made for a spin if I promised not to “blow it and loose it.” Well I almost did one day, so like the treasure hunts my sailing days were done. That is just how my uncle was and that is what was great about him. He was proud of what he did and was not afraid to express that. If the weather wasn’t nice we would eat dinner inside watching hockey or one of his movies he liked on the big tv.
I was fortunate to have spent a lot of time with my Uncle Eric in November when he was in the hospital. A few days before he passed away I had a nice chat with him over the phone and he was in good spirits considering. He was talking to me about how he had a big glass of orange juice and was looking at the water and enjoying the views and the animals that were around him. I am happy he passed away in a place he loved to be, with all his favourite things surrounding him and no longer in pain.