Summer of ’99

Today, my heart hurts because one of my best friend’s lost his grandmother. She was someone who took me and adopted me into her own family, and for this I loved her, and miss her as well. So, I’m going to talk about the that year we met.

It was the summer of 1999, the “last summer of innocence”, I know it’s cliche, however this was the summer before life changed for me. This was the summer before I got married the first time, the summer before traumatic events would fundamentally change me.

As I was in my second semester in school, Keith would become my best friend, the strange part about it is, I don’t remember how or when we first met, he just seemed to pop into my life one day, and that’s when all the adventures began. Keith and I were almost always hanging out, during the weekend’s when he was in town, he would end up crashing at my place, where we would end up playing video games or watching movies.

The summer of 1999, I had to take time off of work because I was in a cast. I had been stupid and broke my thumb, by the joint and so my whole hand was covered. So, when he’d go visit his grandma, I went up to Kernville and spend the weekend. She was a soft spoken, and kind lady. Her cooking was incredible, and she was one of the most caring people that I had gotten to know.

Her kindness was something I was grateful for and the fact that she seemed to instantly adopt me into the family was a blessing. It’s not a secret that I don’t get along with most of the members in my extended family. I believe that I’m the black sheep, which isn’t a bad thing, because I’ve accepted that due to having lived in various places, I’ve grown up with a different set of perspectives. It’s just that part of life.

The funny part of that summer was that I wasn’t quite aware of where life was going to take me. That summer had given me someone to talk to, and another grandmother who took interest in me. It was a time period that I had be second guessing myself with if I was happy in the relationship I was in. It truly was the last summer of being a kid.

I’m so glad that I got to meet and have Ann Haney in my life as another caring person. Every time I saw her, she welcomed me, and soon after my family with open arms. I’m glad that my kids where able to meet her and get to know her a little bit as well.

To my friend, brother, and God Father to my children Keith: thank you for taking me with you that summer to meet one of the most important people in your life. She was special, and I’m glad that I was adopted into your family.

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