I’ve written this entry more times than I care to admit to. I’ve been chastised about it not being posted, and I’ve considered hitting the “Publish” button a few times. I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t finish this post, but I think I’ve finally put my finger on it.
When I finish this entry, it’s real. When I update with this post, it’s out there for the internet world to know, which makes it a lot more tangible, I think.
Drew graduated in mid-May, and this past Wednesday we spent our last shift together as partners. He’s back in his hometown gearing up for a summer internship and grad school, and suddenly he’s not my Drew anymore.
It’s been a really hard semester. I’ve been dealing with some heavy things, and my friends have been there to support me. Drew and Eric have been there for me every step of the way, and I am so thankful to have them in my life.
That’s why it’s so hard for me to know that he’s no longer my partner. Drew is someone I’ve shared many sleepless nights, heartfelt conversations, late-night talks, hysterical moments, and fun weekends with. He is one of the few people who will really stand out in my mind years down the road when I think of my time in college.
No one makes me laugh the way he does. The voices we do, inside jokes we share, and words that he misuses are hysterical to the point of insanity. I’ll never hear the word “ineligible” again without thinking of him, nor will I be able to make it through the song “Nights in White Satin” without laughing.
At the same time, he inspires me like no one else. Professional to a fault, charming and sincere, he pushes me to be a better provider–a better person. I’ll never forget the way he treated the woman who thought she had radioactive urine. He never looked at her strangely, laughed at her, or ignored her complaint. He promised her that he would take good care of her, and that’s exactly what he did. He’s calm under pressure, knowledgeable, and easy to work with.
There will be other partners. There will be other inside jokes, other late-night talks, other traditions. But there will only ever be one Drew.
So to Drew, the partner I never expected but will never forget, thank you. You’ve made my life better by just being in it. Good luck in everything you do; you’ll do great, like always.
And when you’re in charge of some fancy-pants fire department, don’t forget about us little people, okay?
Take care out there,
Sam
