Author Archives: Rocky

Postcards

For as long as I can remember, you’ve sent me Heather Champ e-postcards.  Sometimes it’s been a regular thing, but usually it’s sporadic.  The feeling I get when I check my email and see, “Rocky, Mingo has sent you a photograph from hchamp.com” is warm and happy.  I have tried to save all of them but fear some of the early ones got lost forever.  I thank you for being such a sweet, thoughtful love. 

 

All the much,

The Bedda

 

Blogging about blogs

I’m remembering a really wonderful evening you and I spent going through every post at the 80’s nostalgia blog, http://imremembering.com/. We shared so many childhood memories, laughed, and it was just one of those great best friend experiences. I especially enjoyed laughing at you every time you noted that you’d never heard of something because it reminded me of how you grew up in a vacuum. I love my best friend Beddu.

Our own language

We have our own language.  We say things to each other that only we would understand.  Let’s start a list:

“Go for it, red (or Fred, or Reddi-Whip, etc etc)”

“All the much”

“Did you have the stuff?”

“RGTP”

I know there are a zillion more.  Please add to it!

Love,

The Bedda

Being your best friend

I love being your best friend.  I love that you are my best friend.  I hate that I have let so much time pass without contributing here, so I just wanted to let you know that I am making a conscious effort to re-commit myself to being your very best friend.  I want you to feel loved and important all the time.  I owe you lots of hugs and kisses.  You are my Beddu.

All the much,

The Bedda

Beer belly bones

Let’s piece this together: it was spring break of your first year at Webster, so March of 2008 I believe?  I had at least one day off during your break and we were so lucky to have a gorgeous day.  I recall we went on the AB tour (perhaps the second time ever together?) and came home and sat outside drinking beer.  We drank a 30-pack of Miller Lite, between the two of us, in how many days?  I texted or said to someone on the phone (maybe Jad) that you and I were sitting in the garden.  You balked at my use of that word to describe our little city backyard.  What a lovely memory.  Please add what you remember.

<3,
Bedda

A walk I remember

The memory that just occurred to me was very early in our relationship.  One night you called me at my aparment and said you wanted to come over and take a walk.  You arrived with two hot chocolates and said you just needed to get out of the house, wanted to talk a little.  We walked a bit, ended up at some benches near my apartment, sat, drank and talked.  You were sad about Jerry, your mom’s husband, who was so ill and holed up at your house.  You were sad for your mom, feeling stir crazy, and just wanted to talk.  I was so touched that you chose me to talk to.  I was glad to be able to be there for you.  I had no idea we were at the start of something absolutely incredible, and that I would forever get to be that person you’d go to for solace, comfort and support.  I am honored to be that person.