Has anyone written a song about August? At the moment, I cannot recall one. I don’t know how I feel about August. This is not new news. It has never been a month that I look forward to – like June. Or September. Or October. Or April. And, now, it causes me much angst. It is the month that Steve was born; That Steve got sick and died; that Steve and I got married; that Steve was buried in Boston with his family; that I married Darrell MacIntyre; and that many “best and used-to-be best” friends have birthdays. So, as a result, I am walking myself silly, trying to build my legs back to “normal” – whatever that is.
SO, some wonderful memories and some not-so-wonderful memories – all of them vivid in my mind’s eye. It would be nice if I could just “move on”, but so far, I have not been able to do that. Well, sorta. So, in honor of Steve Orlandella and good friends, here are some dates and some pictures.
August 7: Steve Orlandella and Jay W. MacIntosh got married in Las Vegas, Nevada.
August 9: Steve Orlandella was buried in Boston, MA, along side his family, per his wishes.
August 11: Steve Orlandella was born in Boston, MA, to his mother and father, Vito and Therese Orlandella.
August 31: Steve Orlandella died of heart failure at Hopital L’Archet in Nice, France.
August 7: My friend Alice’s birthday.
August 13: My friend Rosemary’s birthday.
August 14: My friend Carole’s birthday.
August 17: My anniversary with Darrell William MacIntyre (my children’s father).
These were dates that still hover in my mind every August. Plus, there are many more August birthdays and events but these are foremost in my “days gone by” memory book because they were printed with indelible ink into my brain. (Remember “indelible ink” – that dates me right there!! haha). So this post is dedicated to all of those people who are part of my past in important ways. Gone, but not forgotten. And, they never will be. Period, end of story!