Eric Sean Webber
1964 - 2021
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Eric Sean Webber
1964 - 2021
"There is no fear in perfect love."
Into the woods
M
om's anecdote reminded me of when Dad used to take me through the paths around Waterfront Park on bicycle. One time we rode through after dark. I remember following behind him (he was always so fast on his bike), leaving the lights of the road as we turned down a darkened path into the woods. The air turned cool as I glided into the darkness.
Everything was black. I could only hear Dad somewhere ahead of me and the soft plinks and taps from the surrounding nature. I knew, somewhere to the right, a deep creek snaked alongside the path. All I could do was push the pedals and continue forward. If I stopped, I would lose Dad. And I dared not tell him I was scared.
Eventually my eyes adjusted to the darkness. But for those several moments, sailing through the blackness, following behind Dad, I felt so alive. Fear and excitement swept over me as did the cool, humid air. Were it not for Dad leading the way, I would have never braved such an experience.
Everything was black. I could only hear Dad somewhere ahead of me and the soft plinks and taps from the surrounding nature. I knew, somewhere to the right, a deep creek snaked alongside the path. All I could do was push the pedals and continue forward. If I stopped, I would lose Dad. And I dared not tell him I was scared.
Eventually my eyes adjusted to the darkness. But for those several moments, sailing through the blackness, following behind Dad, I felt so alive. Fear and excitement swept over me as did the cool, humid air. Were it not for Dad leading the way, I would have never braved such an experience.
— Written by:
Samantha Webber