Ok then ... let's try this again ...
It's been a hectic last two weeks. Someone dear to me passed away earlier this month and I wrote about it but Blogger didn't want to post it ... them bastards!
His name was Steven. Steven was my first boyfriend. We've known each other since the third grade. He made a lot of trouble for me and was a huge pain in my ass. Later that year my parents divorced and I switched schools. I still kept in touch with my friends and was invited to a birthday party in the 7th grade. Steven was there ... and boy did he look hot! We got reacquainted and by the end of the night had swapped phone numbers. We were together ever since.
Steven was always active with sports. He played football, soccer, baseball, basketball, and even golf. It wasn't until early Sophomore year that he found out he had a heart murmur. He had to eliminate some of the sports he loved to play and I remember clearly that it upset him very much.
Steven and I were together all throughout high school except for the three times we broke up. It only took like a week to get back together. Being in two different schools was convenient I guess ... we had space ... and I guess that's why we worked.
The biggest thing I remembered about Steven was the fact that he was a true romantic. Even when we hooked up for a bit during his last visit during the holidays. My best memory of him happened our Senior year. We were supposed to go to my Senior Prom but three days before I got bronchitis and we didn't make it there. Steven came over, in his tuxedo even, and took care of me the whole night. He made me chicken noodle soup that we ate for dinner. He even dressed the dinner table for the occasion. Even got me to wear my gown. He made a tape of some songs that we later danced to and brought over some movies to watch and jiffy popcorn.
We were supposed to go off to college together. We both got a full ride to Washington State, pre med. At the last minute I decided not to go and I traveled instead. Well, needless to say we broke up for good but still were best of friends. He went off and became an orthopedic surgeon, got engaged twice, but never married nor had children ... and I did my thing. There was a couple of times we got together during his trips home, but nothing came of it ... the timing was just off.
On Thursday, May 5 I got a phone call that Steven passed away two days earlier. I got a sitter for J and I headed straight for his parents. Mom invited me to go to Maui with them for a memorial there in her home town ... she's from Hana. The funeral was on May 12. I had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting his two ex fiances. I see how his mom did not approve and we'll just leave it at that. I saw friends I have not seen in almost 20 years. We all went out and shared our memories we had of Steven. Mom asked me to fly out to California with her to help her take care of his estate. I have too much going on here at home but I told her that I would help her any way I could when she got back. The last time I talked to Steven, he said he wanted to come back home and open a practice here in Hawaii. He was looking at up to two years down the line to come back.
Steven was my best friend. I am going to miss him a whole lot.
Steven A. March 5, 1965 - May 3, 2005
