A Special Person
Steve and Chelsea
This is one of my
favorite pictures of him.
Steve Fellman was a special person. I don't say that because I was married to him, he was also my best friend. It may sound sappy, but I truly believe that God made a sacrifice keeping Steve here on earth long enough to be a part of my life for 2 years. I'm grateful for that time, it could have been a lot less. I miss him not only as a husband, but also as friend.
I met him through mutual friends years ago, but it was a "hi, how are you?" and not more than that. It was a few years before we started becoming friends. He was someone I looked up to and he seemed like a nice guy, but I really didn't know what to say to him, so I didn't initiate any conversations. The one or two times I tried, I thought he was ignoring me, but it turned out he was hard of hearing because of a brain tumor he'd had many years earlier.
I had just ended a year-and-a-half long relationship. It had been the right thing to do, but it was still difficult. I had to make myself get out and not sit at home and feel sorry for myself. This included becoming active again in a group I belonged to. I learned that a group of them went out to a nearby restaurant after the meetings. A friend talked me into joining them one evening and although I wasn't really interested, I decided to go. However, when I got to the restaurant and saw the crowd around the table, I wished I had stayed home. At the other end of the table was Steve. When he saw me, he smiled and waved for me to come over and gave me the empty seat next to him.
This was the first time I'd ever really talked to him, one on one. He started telling me how the group went to that restaurant most nights and enjoyed the food and some fellowship. The age range was from late teens to mid-50's. He also told me about where he worked as a locksmith and said people from the group also dropped in from time to time.
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