Nostalgia Tour Day 3
January 26, 2017
I remember that, when I was a volunteer in Kent, the original Tukwila Fire Department station burnt down.
I remember driving to fight this with Sid Michelson and others.
I remember being a rookie, learning how to fight fire, growing, becoming a Lieutenant.
I remember the building of the new headquarters building (currently Station 51).
I remember Dave, Lonnie, Loren, Dave Green, Richard, and many others.
I remember building an aid car with Dave, building a drafting pit with Loren.
I remember building a computer system with Richard.
I remember going to a fully involved structure fire by Long Acres and forgetting to turn off the siren because we were so pumped.
I traveled to West Seattle.
Saw the house on Fauntleroy that you grew up in.
I remember your mom coming out of the kitchen after you had told her of our engagement; “I didn’t think she had enough sense”, she said in my ear.
I remember how lovely, caring and awesome Leone was. I hope that you are having a wonderful time in Heaven with her; catching up on everything that the two of you missed out on.
I remember Alki. I stood there for a long time remembering our times together.
You came to me. I saw you standing (once again) on the logs looking out over the water.
A seagull flew by and paddled in the water; a message from you that everything’s OK. I prayed for us. You held my hand.
It’s hard to write down all of these memories. These are the hardest, because the flood of emotions are really crashing over me
I made a memorial of you and I in the sand; to help keep the memories alive for now and forever.
I went by West Seattle High, your alma mater. Remember when we last visited it? We stood outside the massive entrance and you shared some of your memories. I did the same, I stood outside the same massive entrance, and remembered you, and tried to imagine your time there.
I met with KC that day. She was able to meet with me when she got off of work. We had a wonderful visit. She shared with my some stories of you, her, and Yvette from high school. I am not good at re-telling these stories. Hopefully, both Yvette and KC will give me some more information that I can capture in this journal.
I was going to go visit Steve and TJ, but after these three days, I was burnt out. I couldn’t handle any more. So, I begged off from Steve. I worked out OK as Hunter had a basketball game and we wouldn’t have been able to see much, anyway. I will go back, next time.
You are my best friend FOREVER. I miss you, baby.