Birth date: Aug 8, 1986 Death date: Nov 8, 2021
Eric Scott Rosales has been called by God to his paradise on November 8, 2021. Eric was the youngest of three children born to Steve and Lynn Rosales on August 8, 1986. He was raised in the Hudson Valley New York and returned to Read Obituary
We would go on hikes in the mountains around our house. He would carry Patrick on his shoulders. The whole way up and down with a big smile on his face. He taught him to flip rocks to look for bugs. Eric and Cali would draw landscapes and learn to play ukulele. He was brillant, caring, kind. He was my bunny. I love you Eric Always and Forever.
I am so very sorry to hear of Eric passing. He was always a strong willed, smart and funny kid. He grew up to be an amazing man, so handsome, intelligent and extremely talented. He could always make you laugh. His smile was contagious and would brighten your day. My deepest condolences to you all. Rest In Peace Eric.
Dearest Lynn and family, I am saddened by the passing of Eric! We met in the early 90’s and not long after my first appointment I fell in love with the time we spent together and loved seeing and meeting your family. I can never say anything that could make it better but know that my heart is with you and your family. I will keep you in my prayers every day. Eric please sleep in peace and send your mom and dad signs frequently so they know you are ok. Sending much love and healing ((((hugs))))) Missy
Lynn and Steve, I am so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine the pain you must be feeling. My heart is breaking for you both. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Hold tight to your memories of Eric and know he is happy in the arms of Jesus.
Eric, such a jokester who always made everyone laugh. The bus rides, football games & running around our block gave us so much happiness. Sleep in peace my brother see you on the other side.
There are no words to describe this sadness, so I'm going to concentrate on a few of the memories I will hold closest to my heart.
My earliest memories are flooded with Eric's bright smile and loud outbursts. Back then we covered our ears and I'm so thankful he was too loud drown out. I can still hear him yelling "dookie" and "pookins" as if it was 1992 again. Echoing across Brookshire. He had to be only 5 years old when he decided he could give my dad a piggyback ride... and he did! Boxing matches with stuffed animal puppets. The nights watching him play football under the lights. He was a stellar athlete and teammate. That time his punishment was digging a trench at my parents house.... he did his work and when he was done, he did laps in the pool with me so I wasn't swimming alone. It always turned into us trying to drown each other. I will always miss being a kid with him. His excitement for my first born at the baby shower the Rosales clan planned and spoiled me with. How proud he was that I married Randy and that my daughter and I finally shared the same last name. He was so proud of my talent to crochet eventhough his talents far exceeded mine. So humble. My favorite memory is from the last time I saw him and got to squeeze him. He was surrounded (and I mean SURROUNDED.) by so much family and love. I sat back and watched him sugar up all the littles, my boy ate all but 3 of his Starburst before I realized what happened.
I know I will sing so much louder, play that much longer and love even harder because of him.
I love you Eric.
Eric Scott, my baby. My last born. Funny, so smart, artistic, beautiful. Not sure how to go on without you here. You have taught so much about so many things. I don't step on spiders anymore because I know they are not going to run across the patio to attack me. You reminded me to let go of my anger or it would destroy things that are important to me. I needed to hear that and it was you that said it. I hope in time my memories will bring comfort. Right now it's just a pain in my soul that you are not here with you beautiful smile. I wish for one more song with your beautiful voice, one more I love you Mom.
Our good times and then some.
Santa Rita cheeseburgers you and I
I will forever miss Eric. I wish I could have been there to help you
