About once a week I hear from someone in my past and am able to send them a message like this. This one went to a childhood friends mother; he had died last year and I had not seen him in 35 years.
Dear Mrs. Barnard;
Yes, I found out about Ken last year through Nancy Street just before the Reunion (it was my first to go to after 35 years). I had rather disappeared after High School, working as a Chef. I worked for Luminarias, up on the hill over the Turnpike for almost 4 years. Then I worked for Hyatt hotels for a long time, then Rivercrest and Shady Oaks Country Clubs. I got to be pretty good, carve ice and everything!
Mom and dad both died inside a year back in 87-88, and my grandmother as well. I had married in 1984, my mom loved her a lot, her name is Shila. she and I had two kids, 20 and 21, but we divorced in 1998. We remain very good friends.
I am not a Chef anymore, I write a lot these days, and if you look through my notes (almost 250) and picture albums you may get a pretty good idea of who I am these days.
I guess the best thing I can say about myself these days is that I have 912 days without any drugs or alcohol. They caused me a lot of trouble over the years, and cost me a lot of things I can't get back, but I am blessed to still be here and to have found another way to live.
It is very good to be able to tell this to people that I haven't seen in all these years.
I'm so sorry to hear about Ken. When I pass ya'lls old house on Cheryl I always remember the day Ken and I walked to Whataburger and got the biggest shakes they had.
They were huge, and we swore to have them every day for the rest of our lives!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
WHY I LOVE FACEBOOK
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4 comments:
Good job, my friend. I don't love Facebook, but I would if there were more entries like that one on it.
UF Mike
I agree with UF Mike here. And I like to add: perhaps there ARE a lot of these entries on it but they get burried... I find it so hard to hear those good voices in the deaphening chorus (even with only 16 Friends!). It's like a room filled with 150 people all talking at once. Here, in this Blog monastry, we read and listen and appreciate. Beautiful & moving post, Steve!
(P.S. I like Facebook too, sort of, but just for the precise opposite reason: for me it is a place to be un-serious... to dick around.)
Martijn
Well, I seem to do Facebook a bit dfferent from most. And I dont really love it, i've just developed some kind of responsibility to it, and one I enjoy. I can change some peoples days, and they tell me I have, and about the time I think its not worth it, being immursed in all that lameness someone says "when i get a little down i always go to your page and it cheers me up"...
Makes it hard to stop when a woman in a wheelchair tells you that.
You're so right with this. And I am so crazy and ill-adjusted. I know I am. Society is just not made for me... which is just unfortunate, but I am not jealous but instead glad for everyone for whom it is. Well done.
Martijn
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