He's Gone?
I think one of my old secret crushes has died. Steve was a year ahead of me, played the trumpet in band and was as sweet as any young man you would ever wish to meet. He was not handsome but had such a pleasant personality and lovely manners that it didn't matter. We used to flirt in the band room, and I used to go to Hartsell School ball field to watch him play baseball. I don't think he knew what a big ole crush I had on him that spring. He never ask me out and by the end of the year I had turned my attention elsewhere. I don't know if he was sorry or even noticed.
We "friended" each other on Face Book in August. I wrote to him and ask him what he'd been doing the past 40 years. He never wrote back, but on Christmas Day he "liked" something I wrote. This morning Sherri wrote to me that Bob told her that Steve had died.
I am not shattered, but I do remember that tall, awkward, sweet hearted young man who loved being in band, playing baseball and spent some of his time talking to the skinny green-eyed underclassman who had a big ole secret crush on him all spring. I am sure his family will miss the man, but I miss the boy of 1968.
We "friended" each other on Face Book in August. I wrote to him and ask him what he'd been doing the past 40 years. He never wrote back, but on Christmas Day he "liked" something I wrote. This morning Sherri wrote to me that Bob told her that Steve had died.
I am not shattered, but I do remember that tall, awkward, sweet hearted young man who loved being in band, playing baseball and spent some of his time talking to the skinny green-eyed underclassman who had a big ole secret crush on him all spring. I am sure his family will miss the man, but I miss the boy of 1968.