April 30 | Mixed Up
I made a mix CD of songs that remind me of Melissa. I want to make it available to her family and friends. And so you know what you're getting into, here is the playlist:
Venga Boys - Sex on the Beach
If anyone is interested in receiving this CD, shoot me an email with your current address.
April 29 | I'll Still Miss You
April 23 | Third Eye
She was probably around four or five years old and we were out on the fishing boat for the summer. Dad had run the boat up onto the beach to let us kids run off some energy on land. She and I were back on the bow waiting for our brothers (The Boys, as we called them) to jump up after us.
Marty wanted to bring some rocks with him and was tossing a few onto the bow before jumping up from the beach. One of the rocks he threw looked about the size of a hearty sandwich, and it hit Melissa right on the forehead. She bled and bled like head wounds do.
After the rock-forehead collision I teased her about that white spot. I told her she had been born with a third eye right there, and the rock had damaged it. All that remained was some white scar tissue, a reminder of her mutation.
And oh, she hated me for it. Even when we were past puberty I would mention her 'third eye' and get punched right-and-proper for it.
April 14 | Connections
Doughnuts at Eagle.
It was the most awesome and most coveted of super powers.
April 08 | Always Changing
Mom and I always ribbed her about changing clothes so often. It was a good thing she stole friends' clothes to boost the size of her wardrobe. I am willing to bet that only 30% of the items in her closet, in her dresser, and on her floor (which was most of them) originally belonged to her.
April 02 | Holding Hands
It was the summer of 2000, before I got married. He was working for Stan Steven's Tours then, and knew the right people at Kenai Fjords Tours to get all three of us onto a tour.
We had driven to Seward to give him a ride to Homer - he was backpacking around Alaska that summer, and I had invited him to visit me. It helped that he and Melissa had started chatting online; he really liked her.
So he got us onto this tour around Ressurection Bay. The water was really rough that day and the sky was considering raining. Most everyone on the boat was vomiting or about to vomit, including Melissa. But she didn't want me to let Matt know that she was sea sick.
We sat inside at a table playing cards, taking pictures, and pretending Melissa wasn't sick. Matt kept trying to hold her hand.
The trip was cut short because of the weather, and we headed south (all three of us) in my truck to Homer. I let Melissa drive for a lot of it to let her get away from Matt trying to hold her hand.