When i was 15 I met this guy named Eddy. I was staying at my Grandmas for the summer. I lived in Tennessee and him in Arkansas. We were crazy about each other. We had the best summer partying, staying at the lake, and we were together everyday. Then when school started back up i had to go home. OMG I thought I would die. We kept in touch with phone calls for awhile. Then i got married and he married some gal he went to school with. They had 4 boys and then they divorced. One day his sister called me and told me that he was real sick in the hospital. I told my husband i was going to Arkansas to see Eddy. By that time our marriage was shit anyways. He died a week after i got there. He needed bone marrow and never got a donor. I will never forget him. I loved him so much. I think he was my soulmate. He was the biggest Razorback fan i have ever known. Somebody made one out of wood and it hangs above his gravesite.He died on Superbowl Sunday.
