Hadn’t spoken to her in 25 years; but thanks to the web I was able to keep tabs on her in the recent years (at least it keeps people from physically stalking/being a pain). We were quite close at the time and we were together for three years; I was there when her mom passed away and I was more madly/deeply in love with her than I ever was with my ex-wife. For a variety of reason it wasn’t meant to be; but she had a good heart and I am better person for having known her.
She is the first person that I’ve had a serious relationship that died; today for the first time in my life that I have actually felt old.
Sympathies for your loss, Si Amigo. I know putting pen to paper is kind of old school, but can you send a note to her dad or sibling with an edited version of what you said here? It might make you feel better to let them know she isn’t forgotten.
I agree. I’ve been through this more times than I remember, because of AIDS . . . especially the guy who took my virginity in college. I’ve been in contact with his nephew, and that helps (both of us).
Sorry to hear that
I have been looking at web pages dealing with an impending high school reunion next year.
Linda, a girl I went to grade school and high school with, was just listed as having died. No other information.
I never really knew her. I had a crush on her in my sophomore year in high school, when we were biology lab partners. I hadn’t started dating yet, and was too shy to really talk to her. Every reunion, every update, I looked for her name. Never any information about her.
It’s been quite a day; memories, good and bad have come flooding back. That and I had a few drinks because I think that she wouldn’t mind. What caught me off guard was the power if the internet now; I now know what she looked like her junior year in high school and how she looked in her mid-forty’s(?). I would contact her brother to tell him how I feel, but I know that they did not get along at the point that we were together (perhaps that evolved); so I don’t wish to invoke bad memories upon him at this time (peace be with him).
I am amazed at what I have gleaned from the internet along with what I knew. She was accepted to Mensa at 10 years of age (I new she was sharp; like a knife when she chose to be). She maintained her beauty throughout the years (sans the Farrah Fawcett doo!) And I could still see that life in her eyes that made her the darling of every person who ever meet her.
All I can think is that “WOW!; she actually loved me at one point in time” That bookworm she meet at the Library on an uneventful day in 1984.
