Chapter VIII
18 Years Later
18 Years Later
So here we are. On the final chapter. I'm not sure what taste in music that Margaret had, but 'Sailing' by Christopher Cross (who still tours) is one of my favorite songs from 1980, and I think she'd like it.
Looking back, I realize it was very hard on me. The first six months were hard, but somehow, someway, I was able to cope with everything and actually not cry when I thought about Margaret after those first six months.
I remember about a year later I called Liz from school (Yearbook class) and asked her where Margaret was buried. She had told me where she was located. Finding Margaret at the cemetery in Novi, MI wasn't an easy task, as all the grave stones are flat. So I remembered what Liz had told me and finally found Margaret about 45 minutes later.
"Boy, you sure are one hard girl to find Margaret."
That was my first words to her back in 1996. I'm not sure what I talked about, but there was a lot of crying and a lot of getting out of breath, but I knew it was something I had to do. It was the closest I had been to her since camp 1990. I slowly and gently placed a flower on her tombstone, wiping away tears as they dripped to the ground.
There I was, that 10 year old boy looking up and seeing the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen. There I was 6 years later looking down at the ground, at a memory, at a friend. I stayed there for about an hour. I still visit Margaret from time to time.
It has been 18 years since her passing and I think of her often. It was a very difficult time in my life, one that I've never shared until now. I'm glad three weeks later I'm able to write what I've always wanted to for the past 18 years.
These people that I've met at CF camp will always be friends to me, no matter if I do or don't see them in person. Each person means something to me, some in different ways, but this is why I wanted to start this Camp Onkoi Benek memorial, to remember, and to show others how much they meant to me. These were my Wonder Years.
Somewhere. . . Margaret is sailing.
THE END
Back to. . .
'Sailing' by Christopher Cross (1980)
Jesse
ReplyDeleteWhat a Great honor to read your memories of a time long ago. I remember all of those kinda thing happining over the years also. We have to look back at all the Great times and memories that we had and feel Blessed that we got to know all the wonderful people at Onkoi Benek. You made me laugh, cry, and remember some fantastic friends.
Thank You for the inspirational flight back in time.
John Brock
Thank you for the very nice comment John. They were some awesome times.
ReplyDeleteYou're so right, Jesse: they WERE awesome times - I call them golden years, not in the sense of being old, but of those years being sooo precious and valuable. Your memoir is wonderful; good job. Hope to see you again one day!
ReplyDelete^^ Sorry; I should've identified myself - Shelley Downey, Jesse :)
ReplyDelete@Maggiesmom53 (Shelley)- This is so strange that I just found your comment. I apologize for not responding, as I never was notified of this comment. This is actually the last memoir I wrote about a former camper for a few reasons, but again, thank you for the comment. I truly appreciate others who care.
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