I was finishing feeding Brooklyn and putting her back in her crib early Monday morning when my phone rang - it was Jeff. I knew it couldn't be good. I'll never forget his teary voice "Hey Age...I don't know how to tell you this....but Mel died last night." I heard every word clearly but for some reason all I could say for a minute was "What?" "Mel, what?" "No she didn't".
It still doesn't feel real that you aren't here anymore.
I was thinking the other day how we used to get off work at Cricket's and would always get to Zetti's as the after hours party was winding down and how both you and I ended up marrying guys because of Zetti's after hours get togethers. I'll have to thank him for that for us. You never thought you 'd meet anyone who was as big of a Rangers fan as you, and boy were you wrong. God had the perfect partner for you in Jeff. I knew it when I saw him in a rangers Jersey and eye black at a social function. He loves you so wholly, passionately, and selflessly.
Mel, you truly are one of a kind. You made all those seemingly never-ending shifts behind the bar enjoyable. From playing pranks on co-workers, to those ridiculous socks and skirts we wore, to putting ornery customers in their place, and breaking up the occasional bar fight it was always an adventure. Your work ethic was incredible- always picking up shifts, always making sure that if you were going to do something to be sure it was done right, & stacking kegs in the cooler at Crickets with the best of the guys. I remember the dreaded Texas HS Baseball coaches convention was saved when we got to be Rafael Palmerio's sidekicks when he came to sign autographs. You spent hours talking about what you'd say to him and I died laughing watching as you sat next to him for 2 hours and couldn't get a word out.
You have such an incredible heart for others. Whether it be cooking thanksgiving dinner for the Air Force, Marines, Press Corps, and Secret Service so they didn't have to eat at IHOP or What-a-burger, picking up someones tab just because, bringing Redbull and scratch offs to work for me cause you know it's gonna be a long night, taken donations to get a co-worker items for their new baby. Those are just a few.
We have laughed together, cried together, worked together, been in each others weddings, traveled together, confided in each other, and learned some rough lessons together. I am a better person having known you and am blessed to call you friend.
In your short 31 years and 23 days on this earth you had an impact on thousands of peoples lives. Don't believe me? You should see your facebook page- it's filled with photos, messages, memories and posts about how friggin' awesome you are. The title of this post is "For Mel" but I suppose it would be more accurate to maybe call it "for those of us who are left behind".
I love you and I miss you. I am so heartbroken that I will not be able to be there tomorrow to celebrate your life, that you won't have the chance to meet Brooklyn, and that you won't be there when I come back home to visit any more.
Until we meet in Heaven (where I'm sure you'll have turned all of it's residents into Rangers fans),
|Have you noticed the matching trend? Haha!|
|Treff's with the girls.|
|We stole Bernie Williams and turned him into a Ranger|
|Spring Training in Surprise, AZ|
|Working on Christmas night- we banked that night.|
|Kickin' it with Darius Rucker aka "Hootie"|
|Working Margarita Salsa Festival (and matching again)|