Eris Howell
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27 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2025
last heard May 2025
Eris Howell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.
At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.
At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.
At the end of the day, I'm literally a son of a killer.
She was going to gift that bed to us. Our son is like six foot one now, so like big bed are worth that for him.
She was a part of the reason why we were able to get utilities turned on, new lock, new light. She had been saving up a hashtag for us ever since I told her that we were starting a process to buy a house. I can't even put a name to all the kitchen appliances and trinkets and items that she's put in our house and added to our lives the way she did.
She was checking to see if we were coming to get to bed this weekend. The next morning, the 28th, I got a message that said, Abort mission.
On the 3rd, I messaged her that I hope you're feeling better. I was wanting to know if I could drop by at GISS.
I said, okay, maybe another time.
She could be exactly the person that she was here. And that was a little weird, a lot silly, a little queer. Oklahoma had all the people who brought out the best of those aspects of her.
She always left you kind of enraptured by what she was saying because she had a unique way of telling stories. She had a very dry wit.
I grabbed a bottle of dill weed and I said, oh, look, it's a bottle of my husband, the dill weed. And we laughed really hard about it. And then she snatched the bottle away from me and landed in the other room. She had a label maker. She typed in that label, said the bottle of Jason, and slapped it on the bottle of dill weed and handed it back.
The look of absolute joy and mischief in her face when she handed me that bottle, it was like sharing the best secret. And we both fell apart and laughed at her.
You could see, you could just look at them at a glance, the way they looked at each other. They were young fool anytime they looked at each other.
They both moved here, and then, like, not even, I don't even think it was a year later, Tom had a stroke while she was away on work. And when she came back from work, you know, they had found it on the floor. He was still alive. He had hung on long enough for her to say goodbye.
I remember after Tom had passed, and we went over to her house for the memorial. It was an intimate gathering with probably about 20 of us. And we all kind of said a word for Tom. And you could see around the house where she left tickets that they do not move, do not touch. The general assumption was those were the last items that he had cut. And she wasn't ready for those to move.
Talena was shattered by the loss. They were deeply connected, and while she was able to regain her joy and find life again, it wasn't the same if she couldn't share it with him.
Her and I actually spend a lot of phone calls together afterward because whenever you spend an amount of your life with somebody bouncing decisions off of them or, you know, looking for validation for a decision, you get kind of lost. And there were a lot of times where she would call me and ask me, hey, what do you think about this? That happened a lot more after Tom had passed.
I had her come afterwards and I was a little nervous.
I had my mom, who is a widow as well, come sit and be with us so that I'd have like some backup in case it got too sad. I don't like to handle that stuff, and I'm not good at saying the right word. But we got through it. There was just a few, you know, tears that were shed.
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