Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe.
I had a shock yesterday!
My sister was over and after going out for lunch, she came in and we were talking about some of the old times, old jobs, old boyfriends...
I told her about having seen my very first "real" boyfriend (from university days) about 20 years ago when I went and taught for a year in the area where he lived. I saw him and talked to him a few times while there, and there was still a bit of a pitty-pat in my heart for him even though I knew it was never to be.
Yesterday, I found out that he is dead! And it happened 2 1/2 years ago!
I had seen something online the other day about an event he had been involved in and was looking to see if there were any more photos of him.
Up popped his obituary!
My heart broke and I wept for him.
It didn't say how he died, just that he was with his brother and sister-in-law in a different town from where he'd lived most of his life and where I had last seen him. Apparently, they took him "home" and he was buried beside his father there.
I have always had good thoughts of him and the good times we had - the fraternity parties he took me to, the time we went to a formal dinner/dance and he was speechless when he saw me in my gown and my hair all done up, the time we got dressed up sort of like "Little House on the Prairie" days for another party, the movies we saw and the walks and drives we took, our overnight ski trip to Mount Baker when during the drive he turned to me and said "You look like an angel with the moonlight shining on your face", the night he took me to a well-known nightclub in Vancouver for dinner and dancing and had our photo taken by a wandering photographer (anyone else remember those days?), our middle-of-the-night "magical mystery tour" to the back entrance to the Capilano Suspension Bridge property with a car load of his buddies and him jumping out from behind a tree in the dark to scare me and me screaming until we started laughing and laughing, how he travelled 500 miles to spend Christmas with me and my family one year and how much my parents liked him, and the kissing....oh the kissing.....and my Dad yelling down the stairs that it was "awful quiet down there" while I was supposed to be ironing his shirt for him.
I've never known someone of my generation to pass away, except for my husband 24 years ago, but that was different.
Yet this news is heartbreaking.
I wish now that I had photographs of him and of us together, but in those days who could afford a camera? Yet the images are in my mind and will forever be in my mind. I think I always loved him for being my first true love.
Maybe one day we will meet again.
In the meantime, may he rest in peace here in the meadows beneath the mountains near
Bella Coola, BC, Canada.
Bella Coola, BC, Canada.