I worked closely with Eric on the data science team at Facebook for years. He was always the guy who would pick up everyone’s slack, and take care of all the loose ends.
He was the guy who set the bar at a height most of us would never reach, but that made us all work harder and better.
Tragic, yet admirable in every way. Whenever I read something like this, I can't but wonder how I would handle it if I were dealt those cards. Would I be a mess, would I be in a constant state of uncontrollable panic, unable to process or accept the inevitable. Or would I face my conclusion with dignity and peace like Eric did?
I was lucky enough to see his final performance in Fiddler. He was not well enough at that time to play the stage role, but his rendition of the piece from the movie score at intermission was a virtuoso performance. I cried through most of it.
A great piece from the New Yorker. As I read this though, there is a big disparity between what I feel and what I feel i should feel after reading a piece like this. It makes me slightly uncomfortable and yet there is a part of me in awe with how the young man embraced the tragic circumstances that had befallen him.
