John Edwin Erickson

 John Edwin Erickson 

Man

Son

Lover 

Husband

Father

Friend

Worker

John Edwin Erickson died in 1988.   He was far from perfect.  Drank a lot and smoked a lot.  Probably did other things a lot.  He always had a smile for a friend and he never met a stranger.  He loved people.  He loved to help  people.  While some things he would never find his way out of.  His love for people made up for his failures.  Not sure he would agree.  He tortured himself his whole life, over things that happened.  Probably the reason for the drinking.  He loved with everything he had, but had a darkness inside that he never shook.  Hopefully he found peace and forgiveness in Jesus’ arms.  Love you daddy.  

Sand

The wind blows

Down out of the mountains

Across the sands

As I walk my footprints I see my path ahead

I see my footprints behind

I see the sands wipe them away

Like I was never here 

I look toward the sun

I scream at the sky

Scream across the desert

I was here

I had dreams

I had a life

I had a purpose 

I was me

Grains of sand