Valentines

Wow. Marty and I were just having a conversation the other day about all the Valentine's Days we could remember in our lives, single or married. There weren't very many we could remember! lol But the thought just now, this second, hit me that I forgot about one that I never thought I would: February 14th, 1998. I'm pretty sure that's what year it was. My boyfriend and I (I am going to be careful not to mention any names since this is a public blog. I don't want to upset anyone!) went to the old theater in Cullman to see Titanic. I squawled like a baby all night long. I'm pretty sure I tried not to cry during the movie, because I hate crying in front of people. But at home, and probably all the way home, my poor boyfriend, I probably cried the whole time. Ironically, that was the night a boy that went to the same high school as I did met a tragic end. He fell off some train tracks on a bridge and was killed. One of my friends called me the very next day to tell me it had happened. He and I were just friendly acquaintances, in the Key Club together, he had come by my house one time with a friend of mine. It was just enough to be devastatingly sad, knowing that someone I knew and was close to my age was gone so young. I remember going to the funeral, barely, and seeing all these guys I knew in school, who thought they were tough, crying. It was terrible. I can't believe I forgot to mention that. Valentine's Day was also the day I officially, finally decided to say yes to a guy who kept asking me out at school when I was in the 9th grade. That became kind of like our anniversary, though we dated only a few months before he broke my heart. Many Valentine's Days after that left me with a bitter feeling, but I got over it, of course. But now it has a much different feeling, since that boy is no longer with us either. He passed away last year, on my dad's birthday. I waddled my fat pregnant self to his funeral and I will never forget it, or him. Valentine's Day was also the day, when we were seniors in high school, that my best friend broke up with her long-time high school sweetheart, and just a few days after, mine broke up with me too! We were suddenly single ladies again, although she went right in to a relationship with her now husband, and I got involved with someone new that spring. It took me a LONG time to get over that one! Ahhh...the memories...and the heartaches...of Valentine's Day. I've never been a big fan.