It's been an odd kind of morning. I'm happy because I've already pounded out 1,200 words in my Huntsman WIP, and my girls are content playing Candy Land and My Little Ponies while I work. But I'm sad because my best friend, Sarah, just emailed me to remind me that today is the anniversary of my college friend's death.
Kevin, Sarah and I were inseparable freshman year. Kevin and Sarah were a couple, and I was the third wheel, but it never quite felt that way. It was such a fun and exciting time, being away from home for the first time, banding together to make our own home, our own little family, at college. God, the memories of that year are still so fresh even though it's been over a decade now.
Skateboarding down the halls on Kevin's board, feasting on Ramen noodles, hanging out at the student center, Kevin and Sarah prank calling me one night while I was alone in my dorm room...they could see me from another dorm, and they were using a voice changer to pull the whole creepy thing off. We spent April vacation at a ski resort, where one night before heading to bed Kevin and I were brushing our teeth in the bathroom, and reenacted a Billy Madison scene totally impromptu and with total, unflinching perfection (all you Billy Madison fans will appreciate!):
Me: "Pepsodent toothpaste is the best toothpaste ever."
Kevin: "I disagree. It's a very good toothpaste, but Crest is the best toothpaste ever."
Me: "Crest sucks."
Kevin: "You know what, YOU SUCK!"
Kevin was the kind of person who just made you laugh, even at the expense of himself. Over the summer, between freshman and sophomore years, Sarah and Kevin broke up. I remember talking to Kevin on the phone that summer, and being devastated because I knew I wouldn't be friends with him the same way ever again. Sarah and I would stick together. We got an apartment off campus, I was her maid of honor the year after we graduated, I'm "Aunt Angie" to her two girls...we're still best friends.
A few years back, I got an email from her. It consisted of one sentence. "Kevin's dead." Panicked, I searched the web, and found the article. He'd been driving on an interstate in Georgia when the drunk driver of a tractor trailer truck slammed into him, killing him instantly. Kevin had been on the phone with his sister at the time. Kevin was dead. I couldn't grasp it. I still can't.
The last three years of college I saw Kevin on campus, said hi to him whenever we passed eachother. Just before graduation, I remember how we ran into eachother outside the student center. And he hugged me. He'd changed a lot, but was still the skater kid I'd known. Still the kid who'd posed with me and Sarah and our friend Jess with Peach-Os stuck on our noses. He was still Kevin.
You're missed, Kev.