The services for my son were held in Illinois for my x wife’s family who died two months ago. I did not attend. I wrote some thoughts that I had asked to be read at that service. Today I received the link to watch the service. As I watched I became upset that turned to anger. The service was held in a church (My X brother in law is the minister). I don’t believe my son was ever in a church, but I’ve been told differently. But my anger was because the minister decided to edit the words I wrote because he thought it wasn’t proper for the church. He’s a hypocritical asshole. I’m going to share the last memories of my son so that you all can see the hypocrisy. The paragraph when we were driving to Las Vegas was cut. Other words were changed as well. Below is what I wrote.

                                                Remembering my son Eric

Eric’s life was cut way to short. Still learning about life and all its trials he trusted to easily. As a result we lost him. We all still have the memories we made with him. Mine remain vivid in my mind.
When Eric was very young (under three) I remember him always seeking out the nearest mud puddle. He seemed so fulfilled splashing in that mini pool knowing that he might get in trouble for making such a mess. When Wesaw the result his mother and I just looked at each other and could not resist laughing. I ran for the camera while she hosed him off.
We had a pool that was about 30 feet in diameter and 24 inches deep. Eric and Jamie were playing in it one hot summer day. Their play was common for small kids, splashing each other as if they were at war. When Eric stated yelling “I’m drowning, I’m drowning” Jamie quickly ran to his aid, grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up from the water. Both were laughing hysterically. I laughed for a week.
Then there was the time we all drove to Las Vegas, my father was with us. Both Jamie and Eric were fighting as siblings often do. Eric was complaining that Jamie was looking out of his window. The car chuckled. Then in an effort to get even Eric passed gas and then yelled to her enjoy it. That one caused my father to burst out in laughter along with Peti and me.
Then I recall his early days in school. He had returned from school and was watching a movie when there was a knock on the door. It was a cute seven year old girl wearing an ear to ear smile on her face. Pete had answered the door. She asked to speak to Eric. Eric peeked from the other room to see who it was. When he saw who it was and refused to come and greet her. The little girl said to Pete, “its ok, I know, I make him nervous”. Again we laughed.
Eric used to like to come into my bed and crawl under the covers with me. But what he liked to do was stand on his knees forming a tent. So we started a game that lasted a couple of years. I would move my finger like a worm and tickle his belly. He always busted out in laughter, as did I. He came to my bed to play it often.
Then there was the time I came home from work to find every sheet, blanket and chair, in the living room used in the construction of a fairly sizeable tent. Jamie and Eric built it often.
Another time I recall when my father was visiting Jamie and Eric decided to put his hair in rollers, clips and bows. I still have pictures of that one.
Often Jamie and Eric liked to play dress up. One time Jamie dressed up Eric in a dress (which was way too big for him), high heels, Bows, lipstick and rough. Again we laughed.
His mother and I always laughed at his antics. We did that because he was funny. Today for the moment we stopped laughing, because Eric is no longer with us. As sad as that makes us we will never forget the joy and laughter he bestowed upon us. I will miss you my son, but our memories will last forever.
Good-bye my son, rest in peace.