I have shared the following information with the Swarthmore High School Class of 1975. I am terribly sorry to tell you that Eric Kenneth Seaman, a.k.a. Eric Kenneth Buchannan is dead. He died 19 June, 2024. Eric was a good athlete who excelled in basketball and had a sharp mind. His comradeship and a wonderful sense of humor always made him great company. May Eric's memory be for a blessing. 

Eric and the family at his daughter Tess' high school graduation.

Eric with his family at the Olive Garden.

Eric with his parents and two oldest daughters.

Eric with his wife and three oldest daughters after Lisa's race for cancer.

Eric with his daughter Tess.

Eric with his first born, Ryanne.

Seeing his first granddaughter for the first time.

Eric and daughter Rebecca on her wedding day.

My heart goes out to every one of you who  loved him. 😥❤️🙏

Visiting

I first met Eric in the late 80s while working with him at Crutchfield Corporation in Charlottesville, VA.  We reconnected when my wife and I moved to Colorado in 2003.  I last saw him on August 7, 2023 when he was visiting here in Virginia.  After that, we texted and spoke by phone on several occasions.  The stories I could tell.  He invited me to fish at his parent's place.  He didn't want to go out in the boat to fish, but said he would stay on shore and may take a swim.  I was in the middle of the lake and happened to glance towards the shore.  There he was, naked as a Jay Bird.  He'd decided to go skinny dipping.  Eric was funny, smart, warm and loved his children.  I'm really going to miss him.  

Eric showed me the most genuine paternal love. Spending a significant amount of my youth at his home— baking treats and making music videos with Skye— he always welcomed me no matter the day, no matter the hour. He was the most loving man I have ever met. As a kid, if he knew I was staying over for dinner, he’d get chicken pot pies (my favorite). And when I developed certain food allergies as an adult, he’d cater to them to make sure we could still enjoy chicken pot pies all the same. He also loved my dog, Kasey, as much, maybe even more, than I do. When I’d travel, Eric would watch Kasey without question, more often than not he would ask me if I’d need the help before I could request it. In my junior year of college, I picked up rowing. Eric watched the live stream for a couple of my regattas, and we’d recap the race when I’d get back and pick up Kasey. I can’t explain the love I feel from him supporting me. My final memory with Eric was watching Boys in the Boat together while eating the chicken pot pie we made. From sitting in recliners and watching rowing that night, to receiving hugs from his loving arms, to having him attend my college graduation, I can say it with my whole heart that Eric was the most loving man, the most loving father, I have ever had the honor of knowing. I am not biologically his daughter, but he sure loved me as if I was meant to be. I miss him more than my heavy heart can express. 

By bro you will be missed. So many fun times, so many sad ones as well. Now who will I have weekly conversations with about the Eagles or laugh at when asked what just happened 

I love you uncle Eric! Will definitely miss your random emails and text on things I should read or watch. FLY EAGLES FLY. THEY BETTER KICK ASS FOR YOU THIS SEASON!!!