A sad story, but one that made my heart ache was the confirmation of rumors that a young teen boy that I had really "loved" as any 17 year old heart can! Had stopped living because of depression, pain pills, addiction, self-pity. This young man had been very fit, had a gentle compassionate heart, love of nature, long thick beautiful hair and occasionally spoke of the pain in his back. No real desire to accomplish anything but fish, hunt, live off the land. Death of two of his friends and the pain of his arthritis had left him lifeless in a vacuum for the past 20 years. Unable to work, walk, overweight, bald. I almost wish I had never been told, but that is who he is now and I once "loved" him. I had "loved" him for two years. We had gotten me pregnant summer of my junior year. The night after it confirmed that I was 11 weeks pregnant I miscarried. This changed everything in my perception of me and my life. We barely hang on for a few months out of my own frustration that he wasn't growing into a "man" and I was unworthy of anything really good.
By graduation, 1976, I realized he was not interested in getting anywhere. I wanted to test my hand in college. Push out my boundaries of life. I broke up with him and left the next September. We didn't speak again till a couple of weeks before my wedding in 1978. He said something that made me mad. My memory can not recall what it was but I do remember that I thought he said it because he was jealous. One other time years after I had married we crossed paths one more time. I brought up the pregnancy and his bitter, angry accusations hurt badly and that was the last time we spoke.
Through the years I had heard he was not doing well at all. and now it is confirmed by his sister and that makes me mourn a youth that had so much simple joy in life.
Lunch today reminded me how easily i couldve gone another path LOL. And while sometimes I am way to hard on myself, my family, and my life...well today I was reminded that my life and my family R*O*C*K*S. thank you God!