A Memory from the Summer of 2008


We were at a colleague’s Texas wedding, in the backyard of Hill’s Cafe on South Congress in Austin. This was our first night out since his return from seven weeks in the jungles of Trinidad, his annual summer research trek.  Before he left, I believed that I would welcome the exhaustive work of dating so as to have more time to study for my master’s program, to organize outings with girlfriends, to wear glasses instead of contact lenses. Missing him never even occurred to me, but I pined, oh lord how I pined, struggling against a tropical depression, almost worried that I might be physically sick.

I was melancholy, resistant to waking up in the mornings when normally I would jump out of bed, eager to begin my day with a run. Two weeks in, I chastised myself out loud, “Oh damn,” and shaking my head as I realized the now obvious: I was in love with him.

I’d nothing against love and in fact welcomed it, except he was in rubberband mode, floating in and out of the relationship, not with his presence but in … What? … emotion, interest, commitment … Wait, who said anything about commitment or marriage or love?

He did. Two weeks before he left, he whispered “I love you” first (Thank god). I repeated the words back but I was hesitant; always afraid of losing myself in a relationship, I kept only toes in, sometimes whole legs, but never my whole self.

Allan was different. Now that he’s dead, I wonder if he finally realizes that it was me who made the first move, calling his office number, leaving a voicemail meant to prompt a response. I expected a phone call back yet was thrilled when he walked into my office, so sure of himself this scientist, determined to do what he had come to do: ask me out on a date.

Now it was eight months later, August of 2008, and I had spent the last full week pretending that I wasn’t counting off the days until I could pick him up from the airport, a lack of appetite the only positive by-product of my pining.

“You have it bad,” I told myself while secretly realizing, This is not good if he doesn’t ask you to marry him.  He wasn’t like anyone ever, and the lure of him left me wanting his presence 24×7.

For the first time in my life, I could see staying instead of leaving, building a life together, being with only him. But, I had no idea what he felt other than that serious “I love you” spoken months before … before he left for seven weeks, before he communicated by email once a week — three short sentences, sometimes only two. Each morning, I checked my email box for more communication, reluctant to send my own. Let him do his research; give him space. Why would he need space? From me? Oh my god, is he GLAD to be away from me … and on and on and on …

Now we were at Hill’s Cafe for this wedding reception, ornamental tunes from The Gourds playing live in the background, and us sipping frozen margaritas from one of the free-flowing liquor stands generously placed throughout the backyard by the wedding planner. A professional photographer roamed with his camera, stopping to ask if we would like a picture.

Before we answered, I looked at Allan as he joked, in reference to my father, “Will I have to ask Lou for your hand in marriage?” This simultaneously scared me while sending waves of relief through my chest. He was in love, too. Oh, thank god.

With a wide smile, I looked at the cameraman and said “Yes” to a photo of Allan and me, then looked up to the man I loved.


For Allan, today and always

September 3rd 2013


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12 thoughts on “A Memory from the Summer of 2008

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  2. Love this story. I remember Hook in Trinidad that summer – you could tell the way he talked about you he was clearly smitten 🙂 I think there was encouragement about the m word…. Hugs to you

  3. Love this story! I remember Hook in Trinidad that summer – it was clear when he talked about you he was absolutely smitten 🙂 I think there was some encouragement about the m word…. Hugs to you.

  4. Your love was deep, intense and meaningful … you two lived a lifetime in a too short a time. Thinking of you and hoping memories like this bring you joy.

  5. Loved seeing that beautiful photo of you and Allan in happier days. Thank you for sharing the story. Hope all is well with you. Love, Claire

  6. Great photo……and great story. I miss Allan. He and 3 others from our hockey team during high school have passed away. Can’t take any day for granted.

    FYI…..we moved to San Clemente, CA in October to be close to 2 little grand daughters. We are enjoying the weather.

  7. I never heard that story! So happy to see a blog post – congrats. Beautiful sunrise this morning, hope you caught it – I was thinking of you. Enjoy your time – see you soon.

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