I remember the first time I saw Ted Watkins...he walked into church with his family and I immediately noticed him, in fact...everything else went blurry except him. He had a style very similar to mine. He reminded me of Trent from Daria. (which many people have said over the years). We would pass notes to each other every Sunday on the back of the church bulletins. He would usually draw a weird picture on it. I still have some somewhere...
The first Christmas we were friends, I gave him a card and a bottle of black nail polish. He, his brother Dan, and I were immediate friends. We were a bunch of stupid kids and we had a lot of stupid fun.
I choose to remember all the good times....
dating....the kisses on my nose... beach swims....the concerts....the car rides...the long talks....the laughter. There was a lot of laughter.
And even though things were not always perfect ... we both made things right, and I can say with full confidence that I know Ted knew I loved him, valued him, and thought he was important...even when other people (people who should have known better) would make him feel differently. And I know he loved and valued me...because he told me...and more importantly...he showed me.
He was flawed. Everyone is. But I know Ted's heart...and it was good. He was good. And I will miss him.
Ted, I pray that the peace you so very much wanted, is finally yours, luv. You are always in my heart. Always.
