Five years ago my nightmare began. Ant was ill the night before, missing a Hamden Democratic town committee meeting, but woke up that morning all set to accompany me to Arden House to do supervised balloting, since he was one of my assistant registrars. Then he went to get dressed, yelled out Ro, I think Im gonna pass out and I stupidly answered, No, youre not and down he went, collapsing at my feet in the hallway. I remember my horror, calling 911 and trying to give him chest compressions, while Ebony kept licking his face. I remember my horror when the EMTs said no pulse. I have survived these past five years, but I really havent lived. Unless you really knew us, you cant understand our connection. We met when I was 14 and he was 16, the only guy I ever dated. We shared common interests, usually being members of the same organizations. We finished each others thoughts, loved each other so deeply. I cannot believe he isnt here with me, and I try yo keep his legacy alive with a scholarship in his name for a HHS athlete and doing stuff that I think he would be proud of. R.I.P., big guy!
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 12:06:24 +0000
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