Sad note.
Jason Breckenridge died on Dec. 17th.
We found out about it by accident yesterday- my dad was perusing the obituaries, and his was in there. It's lucky he caught it because his memorial service was yesterday, so my dad and I were able to go. He died of complications from chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia.
For those of you who don't know, Jason was my first boyfriend. I hadn't talked to him in several years, and have only seen him once since high school. (In Wegman's, at eleven at night. As it turns out, we thought the same thing- "I look like shit. I can't talk to him/her right now!" smiled and nodded to each other, and ran away in opposite directions.)
It's weird. Surreal, kind of. I guess he's the first person that I was super-close to at one point that's not related to me to die. I've known him since third grade. He was in my class at school (and was convinced he was Inspector Gadget) but my friend Chrissy's mom babysat him while Sandy worked nights, so he was always at our sleepovers. He was in my classes and homerooms up through eighth grade or so. He's the only person I've ever taken home to New York with me. My family still remembers and talks about him from time to time. My grandmother is particularly upset. See, the day that she, myself, Jason, and my Aunt Doris went to the pharmacy and got lost for six hours in and around the Staten Island Dump (trying to find parts for Jason and Dave's time machine at his request) is one of her favorite memories. We had such a good time on that trip.
I'm still really kind of upset; it hasn't quite sunk in yet. Wound up crying onto Dave's suit for about ten minutes at the service, and got it all wet. Got myself under control just in time to turn around and see Sandy, which got me going all over again. It was good to see Dave- I think we're all cool now. We had some sort of a falling out in ninth grade, and just never kind of reconnected. That sucked, because the three of us were together all the time for a while. Thick as thieves and all that. Good times, good times, as James would say.
Other than Sandy, Lauren, and Dave and his family, there wasn't anyone there that I really knew. Lena Dellios was there, I guess. We were in art class together junior year; she was dating Jason then. I don't know if they were still going out or what, but I don't think so. She didn't say much to me except for a quick hi, and this unusual exchange.
(To me) "Hi. You dated Jason, didn't you?"
"Yeah, back in ninth grade. I remember you. You went out with him too, right? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."
"Lena Dellios."
"Mrs. Schunck's art class?"
"Yep. I used to be incredibly jealous of you, you know."
("WTF?!?")"...You did?"
"Uh huh. First girlfriend and all that."
"Oh. Uhmm. Excuse me, please. It was nice talking to you again."
"Bye."
Weeeeeird.
So, yeah. Apparently Jason became something of an expert on CFS and they're naming part of a giant international study after him. I'm assuming there's going to be a memorial fund or something you can donate to for it, so I'll put up the information for anyone who wants it as soon as I get it. Sandy should be coming over soon, and she'll probably know all the details.
I don't really have anything more to say.
À bientôt, Jase. Merci pour la rose pourpre, le trésor enseveli, et tout le reste. Tu as inoubliable. Jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre. RIP.
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We found out about it by accident yesterday- my dad was perusing the obituaries, and his was in there. It's lucky he caught it because his memorial service was yesterday, so my dad and I were able to go. He died of complications from chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia.
For those of you who don't know, Jason was my first boyfriend. I hadn't talked to him in several years, and have only seen him once since high school. (In Wegman's, at eleven at night. As it turns out, we thought the same thing- "I look like shit. I can't talk to him/her right now!" smiled and nodded to each other, and ran away in opposite directions.)
It's weird. Surreal, kind of. I guess he's the first person that I was super-close to at one point that's not related to me to die. I've known him since third grade. He was in my class at school (and was convinced he was Inspector Gadget) but my friend Chrissy's mom babysat him while Sandy worked nights, so he was always at our sleepovers. He was in my classes and homerooms up through eighth grade or so. He's the only person I've ever taken home to New York with me. My family still remembers and talks about him from time to time. My grandmother is particularly upset. See, the day that she, myself, Jason, and my Aunt Doris went to the pharmacy and got lost for six hours in and around the Staten Island Dump (trying to find parts for Jason and Dave's time machine at his request) is one of her favorite memories. We had such a good time on that trip.
I'm still really kind of upset; it hasn't quite sunk in yet. Wound up crying onto Dave's suit for about ten minutes at the service, and got it all wet. Got myself under control just in time to turn around and see Sandy, which got me going all over again. It was good to see Dave- I think we're all cool now. We had some sort of a falling out in ninth grade, and just never kind of reconnected. That sucked, because the three of us were together all the time for a while. Thick as thieves and all that. Good times, good times, as James would say.
Other than Sandy, Lauren, and Dave and his family, there wasn't anyone there that I really knew. Lena Dellios was there, I guess. We were in art class together junior year; she was dating Jason then. I don't know if they were still going out or what, but I don't think so. She didn't say much to me except for a quick hi, and this unusual exchange.
(To me) "Hi. You dated Jason, didn't you?"
"Yeah, back in ninth grade. I remember you. You went out with him too, right? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."
"Lena Dellios."
"Mrs. Schunck's art class?"
"Yep. I used to be incredibly jealous of you, you know."
("WTF?!?")"...You did?"
"Uh huh. First girlfriend and all that."
"Oh. Uhmm. Excuse me, please. It was nice talking to you again."
"Bye."
Weeeeeird.
So, yeah. Apparently Jason became something of an expert on CFS and they're naming part of a giant international study after him. I'm assuming there's going to be a memorial fund or something you can donate to for it, so I'll put up the information for anyone who wants it as soon as I get it. Sandy should be coming over soon, and she'll probably know all the details.
I don't really have anything more to say.
À bientôt, Jase. Merci pour la rose pourpre, le trésor enseveli, et tout le reste. Tu as inoubliable. Jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre. RIP.
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