Some would say you shouldn’t go digging into the past, you never know what you might dig up. In my case, I have purposely dug like an archaeologist digging for only dinosaur bones, yes, I am Dr. Grant. In my case, digging through old pictures and documents of times in my life I that were both happy and incredibly sad. Remembering people is always important to me and not forgetting.
Many of those I think about are people from High school as I look through old year books, read old messages signed from friends and teachers, reminiscing my times in high school, which were the best of times and the worst of times, incredibly awkward and painful as I searched for love, but never found it. As a graduate class of 98′ of Santa Fe High School, Santa Fe Springs, Go Chiefs!
This was on account of being the overweight kid, my hair slicked back and combed strangely at times, which in essence don’t blame girls for finding me unattractive, I was always in the friend zone but in all truthfulness if I was ever with a girl not in the friendzone, I am afraid I would not know what to do.
Like any teenager, I had my crushes, but those girls were always unreachable, uninterested, never gave me the time of day, but I tried. I believe I was too blind to truly see the girls that attempted to pay any attention to me but that was rare. There were times so called “Friends” took advantage of my search, remembering some classmates who claimed a girl like me, but couldn’t yet meet this girl, as I was provided a letter that appear legitimate and I wrote back and back , even going as far as giving my prized Turtle trinket my mother had given me, because I was big on turtles back then, never hearing back from the girl.
There was Ruth Milton, a tweaker, who I would spend a lot of time with, she would smell of weed, smoke cigarettes and I one point attempt to pick up the dirty habit to hopefully win her affection, no dice. A year after high school, I professed my love for her, which ultimately ended the friendship. There was Tiffany Witham (Now Aguirre) in drama class, a small, fresh white skinned and blond who I adored, being open with her and vulnerable even earning a single kiss on the cheek from her but were just friends.
Then there was one girl, who I believe was the one who got away, that I didn’t pay any attention too, merely for the stupid fact that this girl was what I considered full figured or fat, but really, she was not but I was too blinded by meeting a thin blonde, yes, I know crazy.
Here name was Misty McKirerman but at the time didn’t know her last name until I looked her up. Misty from what I remember was a strawberry blonde but now I see she was a red head. White and I believe she had green or blue eyes, a real beauty now that I think of it. She would always say high to me, talk to me and we were even going to go to Prom or Winter Formal together, but stupid me changed my mind to go with a girl that had no interest in me named Andrea.
I remember Andrea on our drive to the prom and how we were just talking in the car and one classmate said something like “Tonight is going to be a lucky night” and Andrea looked at me and said, “Not for you”. Prom was not fun in my opinion, but it was like most teens a rite of passage but made the best of it. Not sure if Misty went with someone else as she was a sophomore or Junior at the time. She in Color guard at the time, but could have been band, but I was always around her because my sister was in Color guard, and I would go to all the meets.
Life went on after high school, I graduated and didn’t see her much after that, but years later regretted how I treated her. Like anyone else she moved on too finding love with a gentleman named Leroy Quintana, which I never knew or met, but I am sure he is a good fellow.
Sadly, years later in 2005, a old classmate told her she had passed away, and had a child who I found his name to be Ethan. The story goes that she slipped in the shower and hit her head, causing her death.
The other reason I went searching is because of her in my mind but because of my strange interesting in reading obituaries , here is hers : Misty Quintana Obituary (2005) – Whittier, CA – Whittier Daily News.
Passing on March 23rd, 2005, who went home to be with Lord, at only 23 years old. In hope that she was a Christian and believer, in that if so I will see her again one and we can reconnect, but I doubt she would remember being, but you never know. Her son would be around 23 years old now.
Although I am not her family, or any relation to her, wanted to keep her memory alive as being very kind, beautiful and someone even today I remember, may she be resting in the LORD and that her son knows what a good person she was.
RIP Misty, a remembrance in how we never know when our lives will be unexpectedly cut short.
Joe Meyers Adventures 