Great Dane in the morning!
This is a story about my friend Dane.
We were GREAT friends. We were biology lab partners. We were walking partners at Graduation.
In 10th grade Biology class
Dane did all the dissecting of the things we had to do in biology class. I was the writer. Whatever he cut open, I had to write down the info. Snakes, frogs, worms, bugs all creepy crawly stuff. Then came the day to dissect a star fish. Dane wanted NO part of that. A STAR FISH????? HELLO!!!! Nope, he wouldn't do it. So that day we traded. I cut up the Star Fish and he wrote. I will NEVER in a bizillion years forget that day.
Dane always mooched the lunch off the girl next to him in the pix. She always gave him something. Something usually smelly. And he loved every minute of it. One time, she brought these bread garlic chip things, like croutons. He crunched them LOUDLY in my hear all during class. And then he'd breathe in my face. He was very charming.
He left HS to go to an alternative school. He was smart, but he was a brat so they sent him to night school. We always had the pact that we were going to walk together at Graduation. And the day he left our HS to go to night school, we contacted the staff at school to make sure that the nightschool kids got to walk with the normal HS kids. It was confirmed and we confirmed it to eachother that we'd walk together.
We did.
Years later, we found ourselves parted.
A few years ago his only sibling, younger brother, died. I read it from here in CA, online, in our home town news paper. I immediately went to boss lady's office and said I need to take Friday off. That Friday I got in my truck and headed to Carson City to the funeral home. At the end of the funeral when people greet the family members, I made my round. He looked at me in complete SHOCK and cried even more. We hadn't seen or heard from eachother since graduation day.
We remained in contact after the funeral. I went back home to CA and he went back home to Colorado. Turns out, he lives where my dad's side of the family lives. So in 2002, I went for Thanksgiving to spend it with my Granny and my family. Dane and I met up for lunch in Springs, then met back up again in Denver for dinner and drinking.
November 2002
We talked lastnight. I sure do miss him. I miss his smelly garlic breath and his annoying crunching in my ear.
I knew in HS that Dane and I had a special relationship. Nothing sexual at all, just plain good friends. Turns out that several years later, we would have something in common that no one should have ever expected... turning out to be the only child in our families. Dane and I will never be BLOOD aunties and uncles. If we married eachother, we wouldn't even be aunties or uncles by marriage either. I don't know if he ever thinks about it or if it even matters to him, but it matters to me. (and please don't say you're an auntie to Diego or you'll be auntie to your other friends kids, because unless you are in my situation, you will never understand that that is not good enough because unfortunatly, (and God forbid) that can change. Blood doesn't change.)
This is not a worry. This is a fact. People say to leave your worries to God, but God can't help us in this situation. It's because of Him, that we are IN this situation. He apparently needed our brothers more than we needed to be aunties and uncles. Being an auntie was always my dream. I don't know if I'll ever be a mom, but I always wanted to be an auntie. And that's because my aunties are my life.
We were GREAT friends. We were biology lab partners. We were walking partners at Graduation.
In 10th grade Biology class
Dane did all the dissecting of the things we had to do in biology class. I was the writer. Whatever he cut open, I had to write down the info. Snakes, frogs, worms, bugs all creepy crawly stuff. Then came the day to dissect a star fish. Dane wanted NO part of that. A STAR FISH????? HELLO!!!! Nope, he wouldn't do it. So that day we traded. I cut up the Star Fish and he wrote. I will NEVER in a bizillion years forget that day.
Dane always mooched the lunch off the girl next to him in the pix. She always gave him something. Something usually smelly. And he loved every minute of it. One time, she brought these bread garlic chip things, like croutons. He crunched them LOUDLY in my hear all during class. And then he'd breathe in my face. He was very charming.
He left HS to go to an alternative school. He was smart, but he was a brat so they sent him to night school. We always had the pact that we were going to walk together at Graduation. And the day he left our HS to go to night school, we contacted the staff at school to make sure that the nightschool kids got to walk with the normal HS kids. It was confirmed and we confirmed it to eachother that we'd walk together.
We did.
Years later, we found ourselves parted.
A few years ago his only sibling, younger brother, died. I read it from here in CA, online, in our home town news paper. I immediately went to boss lady's office and said I need to take Friday off. That Friday I got in my truck and headed to Carson City to the funeral home. At the end of the funeral when people greet the family members, I made my round. He looked at me in complete SHOCK and cried even more. We hadn't seen or heard from eachother since graduation day.
We remained in contact after the funeral. I went back home to CA and he went back home to Colorado. Turns out, he lives where my dad's side of the family lives. So in 2002, I went for Thanksgiving to spend it with my Granny and my family. Dane and I met up for lunch in Springs, then met back up again in Denver for dinner and drinking.
November 2002
We talked lastnight. I sure do miss him. I miss his smelly garlic breath and his annoying crunching in my ear.
I knew in HS that Dane and I had a special relationship. Nothing sexual at all, just plain good friends. Turns out that several years later, we would have something in common that no one should have ever expected... turning out to be the only child in our families. Dane and I will never be BLOOD aunties and uncles. If we married eachother, we wouldn't even be aunties or uncles by marriage either. I don't know if he ever thinks about it or if it even matters to him, but it matters to me. (and please don't say you're an auntie to Diego or you'll be auntie to your other friends kids, because unless you are in my situation, you will never understand that that is not good enough because unfortunatly, (and God forbid) that can change. Blood doesn't change.)
This is not a worry. This is a fact. People say to leave your worries to God, but God can't help us in this situation. It's because of Him, that we are IN this situation. He apparently needed our brothers more than we needed to be aunties and uncles. Being an auntie was always my dream. I don't know if I'll ever be a mom, but I always wanted to be an auntie. And that's because my aunties are my life.
posted by Valerie at 10:31 AM
5 Comments:
Girl, you are AMAZING. I truly believe, should your desire to be an auntie, it will happen with patience.
Reach
You can be an auntie to my neice - I promise. This story was just what I need ed to read after the drama going on over on this side of the US. Mama, I love you!
Aww. that's really sad. I'm sorry Val. Dane looks really sweet. its nice you two have each other and soemthing in common, odd to say.
That is so sad…and sweet. Only a great friend would take off to support someone in a moment of need like that.
Thanks guys. Yeah, I think God had a plan and knew that Dane and I would be best suited for it and that's why we were always such good friends. I'm going to see him in August.
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