2002-04-27 / Letters

Gone But Not Forgotten

Gone But Not Forgotten

Dear Editor;

Six months ago my life like everyone else's changed. It's hard for me to go back to that day in September when a beautiful warm sky turned cold and ugly. I can go back to a time when change mean puberty, music, styles and how to wear your hair.

I grew up with a boy named Stevie Russell. We started kindergarten together and we graduated together. Stevie was very quiet when we started school. He wasn't very comfortable about being there. I used to talk to him everyday – eventually he came around and became relaxed with his surroundings.

Stevie loved Jamaica Bay. Swimming, sailing, crabbing. He was always doing something with it. I used to sit on my Grandma's dock. I'd wave and he'd row over in a dingy, or fly by in the hydroplane.

Summertime was the best. At night all of us kids played games. Sometimes we just hung out on the corner and talked. A lot of the times we got yelled at because we were so loud.

After I got married and moved away I didn't see much of Stevie anymore. One thing I could count on happened every summer. Just like old times I was on my grandma's dock watching Stevie go by in the Red Sailboat. The only difference was I have a husband and three kids waving with me.

On September Eleventh we lost Stevie. One of the best parts of my childhood is gone. I still have my memories – they are deep in my heart and will remain there forever. Stevie, I will always remember you. I was blessed with your friendship then as I am now. Now and forever you will always be my friend.


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