Remembering a middle school crush who’s no longer with us…
Remembering Patricia Griffin
By Rock Kitaro
Date – August 18, 2019
I turned 33-years-old today…and yet, I woke up thinking about her. One of life’s greatest tragedies, I think…is that we’re not able to tell others how much they meant to us.
We can, but depending on the person, they might get creeped out, or its just straight up inappropriate if they’re married or moved on with their lives to the point that they’d rather never see you again.
But with Patricia…lol, it’s such a cliché thing to say at funerals, that someone’s “touched all of our lives,” when you know damn well they didn’t. I’ve scoured the internet in search of a photo for her. I can’t find one. And yet, I remember her. Plain as day, as if I just saw her yesterday.
Before 8th grade, I never knew Patricia Kay Griffin existed. We called her Patty. Olive tone, her hair appeared crimped, brown with highlights of gold. Wide expressive eyes with thick brows. I remember she always wore these shirts that were apparently too small, because every time she’d raise her hand or lean over, it’d show her midriff.
Hahahaha! I’ll never forget the day my science teacher said, “Patricia, your stomach is showing.”
I whipped around so fast to see her…hahaha!
And when I looked back to the front of the class, my teacher, Mrs. Cassel was just staring at me with this look like, “typical guy.”
I laughed so much. Before that day, I never knew how transparent I was. Sounds embarrassing, I know. But it’s the truth.
I definitely had a crush on Patty in 8th grade, Hephzibah Middle School. I’d flirt with her. We’d make fun of each other all the time and we had this chemistry where we wanted to be around each other…but she was never “officially” my girlfriend (story of my life). And I’m not entirely sure if she ever felt the same way about me. For all I knew, I could have just been a buddy and nothing more.