Nearly seven months ago, on May 1, 2010, I got a text message asking me to call a friend. Turned out, that was the message that let me know that my friend, Erica Blasberg, was no longer here with us.
It was a sad day. I drove around. I wrote stuff about it. I was confused, and distraught and wanted answers. I talked to friends of hers that were equally as shocked. I remember watching a reactionary video The Golf Channel shot of some of her good friends on tour, and their expressions were very understandable. There was a look in their eyes like they didn't believe it. I'm sure everyone goes through these phases when dealing with death.
But the months passed. I got emails and calls and Facebook messages from anyone and everyone that had a way of contacting me. I spoke on the "TODAY" show. I was a guest on "The Early Show." I got asked by Nancy Grace to speak on the issue with her (no thanks), and Geraldo was even interested in words on Erica.
She was a hot topic. Why? Because nobody knows. Nobody.
The news came out about the suicide when I was caddying for her best friend, Irene Cho, in Arkansas. It's still the type of thing I don't believe, but the type of thing you deal with.
But the interesting thing about a story like this is it really never goes away. Seven months later, I'm still getting the occasional email about Erica. People still want to know things about her. The question always comes up, "Did you see anything that might have clued you in to what was going on with her personally?" The answer, of course, is, "No. Of course not. No way." If there was something any of us could have done to help, we would have.
She was a young, successful athlete that seemed to have her head on her shoulders right, and as I always told my dad or my uncle or whoever was asking about her when she was still around, she would be successful. There was no other outcome to me.
The months have passed by and it's given myself and other friends a chance to deal with the situation. I've talked to friends of Ericas who just won't talk about it anymore. They've moved past it, and want to remember her for the great person she was, because she was a great person.
But the media will never let up. That's something I've learned about the business I'm in. No matter the depth of the issue, if it is something that will turn a head, or cause a finger to click, it is newsworthy. I'm as guilty of this as anyone, and I understand that now.
Will anyone ever know what happened that night? Of course not. It is the reason that the story is so sad, yet so curious.
I just hope that seven months later, we all can remember that somewhere, inside of a mind that was obviously confused, was a lady that a lot of people really, really loved and respected. She was a girl that was young and may or may not have been troubled, but she was wonderful. We can't forget that type of thing. It's too easy to let slip from our constantly evolving minds.
Why did I write this? I have no idea. Wednesday marked the court day for her doctor and it just seemed that Erica Blasberg has turned from "human" to "story."
She isn't a story. She was a golfer, a teammate, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a dog-lover, a smiler, a goofball ... but most of all, a person.