Marigold2
08-29-2010, 08:58 PM
Today was such a strange day. Daughter and I had a shower to go to.
It was about a 40 minute drive, I knew the area slightly but not really. Glad for the GPS.
So we are driving along, daughter is at the wheel and we pass this graveyard.
Oh my God, I think that is where Larry is buried I say to her.
Larry was my first love. He worked for my dad and was killed in a motorcycle accident on Sept 11 1973 on his way to my dad's shop.
I told daughter I wanted to stop there on the way back.
The shower was lovely and my friend looked so happy and deserves to be.
On the way back we stop at the graveyard.
Haven't been there in almost 30 years, yet I find his grave after just a few minutes, the memories came flooding back, I homed in on the spot. So strange to be standing here once again, seeing his name.
Dead at 17, how incredibly tragic. He was a really nice young man, good, decent, smart, funny, very handsome and my first love, my first real boyfriend. No one should lose their first love like that and no parent should have to bury their child.
Now as a grown adult I realize how truly young 17 is and how much he missed.
Daughter said " do you think you would have married"? I told her I had no idea, we were so young and had our whole life to think about that, finish school, get established, who knows but we did love each other as only teenagers can. That all consuming so important deep need love.
I had no idea the graveyard was on that road, was shocked to see it and then seeing his name on the grave it hit me in the gut even though so many years have passed.
I looked around to see if any other members of his family were there but saw none, his parents would be in their late 70's early 80's now.
They came from Oregon to Ohio and I wonder if the family did not move back there years later.
My first son has his middle name.
Really brought back a lot of memories. My mom had her car accident on Sept 11 1984 and died 11 days later. Sept 11 never a good day for me.
It was about a 40 minute drive, I knew the area slightly but not really. Glad for the GPS.
So we are driving along, daughter is at the wheel and we pass this graveyard.
Oh my God, I think that is where Larry is buried I say to her.
Larry was my first love. He worked for my dad and was killed in a motorcycle accident on Sept 11 1973 on his way to my dad's shop.
I told daughter I wanted to stop there on the way back.
The shower was lovely and my friend looked so happy and deserves to be.
On the way back we stop at the graveyard.
Haven't been there in almost 30 years, yet I find his grave after just a few minutes, the memories came flooding back, I homed in on the spot. So strange to be standing here once again, seeing his name.
Dead at 17, how incredibly tragic. He was a really nice young man, good, decent, smart, funny, very handsome and my first love, my first real boyfriend. No one should lose their first love like that and no parent should have to bury their child.
Now as a grown adult I realize how truly young 17 is and how much he missed.
Daughter said " do you think you would have married"? I told her I had no idea, we were so young and had our whole life to think about that, finish school, get established, who knows but we did love each other as only teenagers can. That all consuming so important deep need love.
I had no idea the graveyard was on that road, was shocked to see it and then seeing his name on the grave it hit me in the gut even though so many years have passed.
I looked around to see if any other members of his family were there but saw none, his parents would be in their late 70's early 80's now.
They came from Oregon to Ohio and I wonder if the family did not move back there years later.
My first son has his middle name.
Really brought back a lot of memories. My mom had her car accident on Sept 11 1984 and died 11 days later. Sept 11 never a good day for me.