One of my favorite memories was when Ben was in charge of a NHS dance. The theme he choose was based on Beatles song "Back in the USSR". Ben and friends dressed in Russian type clothing and built Soviet space mission items for decorations. Most of the students and staff found the humor in the event and I remember one of the foreign exchange students who was very surprised at the dance, decorations and dress of students.
Dear Ben, We have learned so much from you, and we are continuing to take your advice to learn, learn, learn more, more, and more! You life and legacy is a blessing to us all. Happy Birthday!
I Believe Ben is in Pot-au-Prince, doing all he can to support the people. Emotional and spiritual comfort from the magical place he is with the people as a loving activist , a mover and a shaker. He is beyond our realm of understanding, enlightening us.
I miss you Ben. Hard to believe you would be 30 tomorrow. I wish I'd had more time with you. You are always loved and never forgotten.
It is hard to believe that the time has slide by since the Lord took Ben home to fish with Him. I remember like yesterday, the boy who would come into class, sit down in the front row seat and ask something like "What do you have for us to learn today"
Our loss has been Heaven's Reward...
Eder Family,
My name is Kathy Hunt and I live in Mercerville, New Jersey and had the honor of meeting Ben’s Mom Michele at the 2009 TCF’s Conference in Portland, Oregon. I just finished reading her book, “Salt in Our Blood: The memoir of a Fisherman’s Wife”. She signed it Aug 09, To Kathy, In memory and in honor of David, Michele Longo Eder. I’ve never had the privilege of meeting Ben nor any of the Eder Family but I feel I know them now. I also went into the web site and that’s when I decided to post this message. On November 11, 2005 we also lost our oldest son David, 22 years old, in a multi-vehicle accident. Ben living on the west coast of the United States and David on the east coast, living their young lives as they chose, never knew one another but years later their Moms would embrace at the TCF conference. For Dylan, we all know too well if there is anything worse than a son’s death, is a sibling’s pain. David left a younger brother Jonathan. I would like to share with you our David if you would please visit his web site, davidahunt.com, which I did in his memory and to keep his legacy going. He will always remain a part of my life and I will treasure the day that we will meet again.
MY daughters Breigh & India Langlot dad was aboard the Nesika with Ben when it went down. I just wanted to say I'm greatful to find this website to learn of Ben .....I never knew anyone Steve fished with while in Oregon. Thank you
When someone you lose becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure.
Mr. Ben Eder , you were a 'true' friend .
I recently had the terrible opportunity of writing my own requiem .
What surprised me was that many of the most profound moments of my life , I shared with you .
Driving blasting Little Mermaid across the desert , the ins the outs of the lama trade , dressing like cuckolds , dancing in a bat cave in Santo Domingo , gambling winning losing , that AMAZING night before we both left for abroad - we were both chasing ladies .
Today is the day my dad and brother passed . I have had close ones pass before and after you .
I cannot glorify your memory simply because you passed , as tragic as it was .
I cannot say I knew you . It was only about a year we were in the same city .
I have WONDERFUL friends motivated by ambition , by comfort , by Art , by money .
I can say with you I felt a 'togetherness' , a natural similarity of spirit , that I realize now only happens a few times in a life .
A willingness to be Awed by the beauty of the World and our own FreeWill . (Secretly , I think that type of appreciation blooms after you discover the terrible taste of pain . )
I can say the adventures we shared will be the stories I relish telling my grandkids when I'm 60 .
I would have liked to have known you better .