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...
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 .
Hey Ben, remember Sophomore year when we decided to try out for the Golf Team? We figured hitting a little ball couldn't be too hard, so we gave it a shot. Went to the first couple practices (which went horribly), then the coach took us into the restaurant at the clubhouse, bought us each a Coke and told us we probably weren't gonna make the team. We were a couple of smartasses...
Fast forward to December 2001. I was sitting on the couch at the Fire Station watching the news. They said a crab boat had rolled off of Newport; they showed a picture and I immediately recognized your boat. I hadn't seen you for a couple years, so I had some hope that you weren't on the boat. The next day I found out you were gone...
Salt in our Blood kept me up reading until 2:00 AM this week. The words were so easy to relate to. It is a life I knew, and one I continue to be a part of. As I wait to send off our oldest son to tender with Neil for the summer, then on to king crabbing, it was a story that dredged up so many emotions. My heart hurts for your loss. A loss that every fishing community knows and experiences, but always we are, like you said, secretly glad the loss is not our own. The fear I feel cannot compare to the pain you carry. I am so very sorry. What a wonderful legacy you have created for your son.