Rest in Peace

I have had an amazing last few weeks, with Puerto Rico, and BFF's wedding.  I will blog about that later.

Last night, I was doing some catching up on Facebook since I had not really read much due to being super busy in PR and in Texas.  I know that if you don't see something pretty soon after it is posted you may miss something. And I did.  Last night I learned that Terry Cobb passed away thursday due to complications from the spinal cord injury he suffered when he was thrown from his car at age 16.  I had not kept up with him 100% in the past years, but was friends with him and his sister (who was in my class) on facebook and before facebook on myspace.  My heart dropped into my stomach last night when I read the news and I started to cry.  Terry was an exteremely funny person and was super cute.  He was also pretty much my first "love" and boyfriend.  He took me to my senior prom and always had a way of making me laugh. 

He was a grade older than me in high school (even though I was 2 weeks older).  And BFF and I would swoon over him as he walked down the hallways of Shepton High School. I even think I still have the notebook we wrote back and forth in about him and the transitive property, and inside joke.  He was on the wrestling team and we went to some matches.  He was tall and was just super cute.  He was thrown from his car during his junior year, January and around superbowl, if I remember correctly.  He survived but was paralyzed from the waist down. I ran into him my senior year one weekend night on the patio of Friday's (image that!)  He asked for my number and that was that. I even wore his high school ring.  I would go to his house for lunch (we had an open campus).  I guess we may have made out more than ate lunch......  We were on and off most of senior year. He came to some of my dance performances, PDF and clogging.  I remember he loved David Lee Roth and was a pretty spectacular kisser.  He took me to prom.  He didn't seem to let his handicap get in his way.

I guess it was hard to read that you first 'love" had died.  It put a lot of life into perspective. We are getting older. He is not the first person my age to have died and he won't be the last, but he was my first love.  I hope he is running in the clouds, driving fast stick shift cars, and listing to Van Halan (the DLR years).  I pray he found peace and is not hurting any longer. 

I did find some good pictures of us last night and I am sure I have even more at my parents house.

Lunch on homecoming day...not my date, but met up with me afterwards

Prom....not a good quality picture

This was at one of my clogging performances....I think the picture got wet at some point in the last 15 years