Eric taught my children to swim in bebe nageur classes. He was a handsome, charming, cheerful guy, good fun to be with, you can see it in his twinkling eyes can't you? I can still picture him in his wetsuit standing on the diving board directing, teaching, laughing, encouraging, loving the kids and their mad ways - all of them. All the Mums swooned over him, queuing up to give 'bisous' to him.
I say 'was' because he died in the night of 3rd and 4th of September.
A few years ago he found out he had a brain tumor and suddenly his life took a terrible turnaround and his coaching and sporting activity came to an abrupt halt. He had been in a wheelchair for a long time, having difficulties speaking. His loving wife wheeled him to all the swimming galas (home and away), some of the training sessions and all the social events in the swimming club. He got lots of kisses from the children, who all adored him and when I spoke to him he always remembered which class mine were in and who was their trainer. His life was the pool. It must have been devastating not to be able to continue his very active, sporting life.
He was 42 years old and leaves a wife and young children.
Fucking cancer. This guy was a really great person, the sort of person that makes the world a good place to be. It's wrong that he's gone. Fucking cancer.
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