I chatted on Facebook with Oompa in the spring of '09, and we wound up on the phone for several hours until almost dawn. He told me all about his businesses, family, beach house and boat. He also told me that I saved his life, because he just felt like dying that night. He was so intoxicated that he didn't remember our conversation afterwards but thanked me anyway a few days later.
How I wish he would've picked up the phone the other night. There were so many people who would've loved to talk to him, including me. My heart is broken for Eric, who only wanted to be loved and accepted in his own right by his family. And in a larger sense, my heart is broken for all of those who have or will inevitably fall into his same footsteps.
Rest in peace, dear Oompa. You were so loved and will be deeply mourned.