My work wife, Erica— I keep trying to form the words, and all I get are tears. How do I capture 15+ years into a caption? How do I write about your essence when you were the light and warmth of a thousand suns? You’d probably tell me, “Tighten up, none of that sad shit,” but you’d also cry too and say we’re some sappy bishes 😁. That was you: jokes, laughter, and a magnetic pull that drew people close.
I don’t remember exactly when we met in the Wilson building working for the Mayor, maybe when we wore the same dress to the office, sat next to each other in that cabinet meeting, or through Shomari? On paper we were unlikely allies — you a Delta, me an AKA; you the effortless humor, me the serious. But we were meant to be. Fated. Once established, it was deep, abiding friendship.
People will speak of how you kept everyone laughing. I’ll tell of how fiercely loyal, protective, and judgment-free you were. Your office was my daily refuge, not because of that comfy sofa, but because of you: courageous, bold, real, empathetic, funny, and always authentic. You pushed me to move with confidence and never downplay myself. You did that for everyone you loved - Fixed crowns and gave pep talks.
Cancer touched your body but never your spirit. You were still you. And even with the illness, we talked about everything from sneakers to plush robes to Raymonte, Druski, TikTok dances, politics, and boys who should be men. And oh, our plans… we were going to be old ladies in furs, talking shit with our dentures out and passing candy to kids 😆😢.
In November, we DM’ed about the Bachelorette. You said it was a bucket list item as your time was winding down. I told you I’d come visit mid-December, and you said, “I’ll be home in December!” Now, writing this on my flight to DC, planned partly for the visit, I realize you ARE home. Not in Takoma Park, but in heaven—maybe in a plush robe and turban, but definitely with wings.
My dear friend, sister, and forever work wife: I send you off with love, gratitude, and prayers that you’re free from all pain.
@thefavoriteerica You and me will be together again, the way we’ve always been—old friends.
I love you.
Erica Easter 1981–2025 🕊️
