How I’ve Been Coping The Lost of the Dearly Departed
My Dad would always say was “Part of getting older is losing you friends to death along the way.” The on August 21, 2020, I found out I lost a friend to COVID-19 in my home city of San Antonio, TX which makes the twelfth person I lose since the pandemic. As a person to deal with death, it’s hard. As a social media blogger, I think it’s much more tough.
I met Eddie Sepulveda back in 2005 when I was working going on my fifth year at Caremark in San Antonio, TX. He was handsome and kind of charming, which naturally a twenty three year old woman would develop a crush, especially when attending college and the only thing you hear about at school is girls getting married and finding themselves. For the first time back then, I felt lost af. You want to know what the most embarrassing thing is, be all flirty and trying super hard to get somone’s attention and then meeting his boyfriend after he says “come over to get our pre-drink on.”
The three of us became amazing friends, which I ended up being a active part of my daily life, which we became inseparable, until the crappy abusive ex husband came to play. Part of breaking away from his was me. The other part was the pep talks that Eddie would give me. Always in private. Always in person. And always encouraging. (The reason why the Wayne’s World Gif is on this one is because we would always reenact the scenes as he was the only one in our young group of friends that knew the movie.)
I got the news within two chapters of finishing “The Rideshare Chronicles – Destination Destiny” when I got the news. At first I didn’t react directly. I ended up going back to finishing the book. Which got extremely emotional when writing the last two scenes as my Abuela came to the room to check up on me as she heard my crying which I quickly explained “I’m writing the book” which I was compelled to honor him and the amazing love he gave to me. You say what that love was. That dark moment at Sprint, he messaged and asked about how it was working for it. He knew me too well and called based on the tone of my text. When we had the conversation and he ended up finding out, he immediately insisted in coming to Houston, which I said “No. You have a life to live and get ready for the training next week.” That’s when he said the one thing I always will love, cherish, and remember. “You’ve always been remarkably talented. You can be stupid sometimes, but with you it’s on purpose as you never played it safe. It’s time for you to let the world know who this powerful bitch is. I’ve always known you been a force not to be reckoned with. Don’t you think it’s time you did?” He even called me the day I ended up finding out I was for a moment terminal from the infection I gained from living in a mold filled apartment for a year. He called immediately to see what was going on since based on social media he knew something was wrong. He said that grim day “God is putting fire under your ass. It’s great that you said you were going to fuck shit up, but how are you going to do it. Or are you just talking out of your ass like always and never following through. Fighting your last fight in Houston should be the basis of knowing you can conquer. Why don’t you start by proving to yourself this air headed bitch that I’ve always seen as a sister, is actually more talented than she gives herself credit for. I mean American Idol is doing auditions. Start that your howling of singing is actually a song bird in the making.” Which he was right and started my venture of “The Journey of an Unraveled Road.” During the writing and when told I need to include a dedication, he said don’t. When I asked why, he said because it’s your glorious moment, you need to share this with the ones who stood by you your whole life, your family.
He was a leader, a military veteran, a friend, a confidant, a friend, but most importantly, a brother. Some of those dark days when no one was around he always was secretly by my side. I always wondered how it would feel having a a older brother. He was the older brother that helped me gain this super strength that I never thought I had. I think it’s harder not only because we have a long history, but because it’s the first person that’s close to me to die from COVID that comes from my home friend. One of the things I will never forget the great times, the memories, and always use my outlet in writing like he always said to mourn and cope with my losses moving forward. The one thing he always said that I needed to do was stand up for myself. For the first time from the heavens above, he finally saw just how hard I fight and probably smiling down saying “That’s my bitch and my amazing sister.” RIP Eddie Sepulveda. Your memory will always live on within me and you will forever be missed.