ERICK BROWN

The day has quickly come for you to send me home to my father in heaven. Please don't weep for me. In the years that I lived I accomplished great things, and experienced great things. My mother Tesa sheaffers, and father Erick Brown Sr. brought me into this world on January, 30, 1982 in Los Angeles, California. I was named Erick Wilson Brown Jr. the first born of many, the big brother, the protector. Growing up you could find me on the basketball court, football field, or home playing pranks on one of my siblings. At 38 years old I have accomplished many things. I worked to become a productive citizen of society taking steps to show growth in a positive way. As I grew to be a man I became a successful entrepreneur; From music, to working and volunteering with many non profits, to owning my own security firm. I took pride in the fact that I enjoyed being myself and never allowing the pressure of the world to define me. I am blessed that my legacy will live on through my children, and the host of family and friends I leave behind who love me. When you are sad think of my laugh that filled the room from floor to ceiling. When you are lonely think of my tight hugs that made you feel safe and secure. Though you sit in these seats before my body know that my spirit has gone to be with the lord. Where I dwell now there is no pain, and no sorrows so please don't weep for me. Allow me to live on through memories of my storytelling, and jokes. Remember not the day God called me home, but each day that I brought a smile to your face. Take comfort in the small things that will bring you memories of me. Please don't weep for me, for this is not a sad occasion, but a home-going celebration. I am free. This body. this shell, was temporary. My spirit will live on forever. I am free.