You’re not supposed to have favorites, but Ellie was Sawan’s favorite. I always thought we had kept this a secret, but it came up when we were all around for the funeral. Clearly it was obvious to everyone.
Ellie was my roommate when Sawan and I started dating, so she got to be around him the most and probably knew him the best of all of my family members.
In the first couple of weeks that we were together, Sawan and I were just hanging out at my house, and Ellie came in, having a meltdown. She had had a really bad day, and to top it off, she had just dropped her keys down the elevator shaft. We made a game of it. Sawan had duct tape in his truck, and we made some sort of tool out of a broomstick and wire hanger and, ever the fisherman, he was able to “fish” out the keys from the bottom of the elevator shaft. Later he told her, “I know we don’t know each other very well, but I give really good hugs,” and he held her while she cried and comforted her. I think it was settled at that point. He was the hero and she was his favorite.
Ellie moved to Baltimore when she finished nursing school. She ended up having to ship boxes and move what little she could in her teensy Honda Civic. Sawan and I were at my parent’s house the night before they left and he loaded the car for them, and got EVERYTHING in. It was like tetris. He was amazing at loading a car.
She moved back to Denver last winter, and she and I are roomies again. I think she’s probably a big reason why I’m still sane. I really feel sorry for all of my fam, for having to put up with me, but Ellie sees the worst of it. You just never know what kind of day I’m having, never know what to expect, and Ellie rolls with the punches. She’s ready to comfort if I need it, or make me laugh (This is what she’s best at. We laugh A LOT.), and she has risen to the occasion when stuff happens like, oh I don’t know, the dog pukes on the bed in the middle of the night and I’m sobbing. By the time I’m back upstairs from putting the sheets in the washer there were already clean sheets on my bed. She’s amazing.
Ellie, thanks so much for being the roommate extraordinaire. Thanks for putting up with me. Thanks for making me laugh. I love you. Oh, and you’re my new best friend. Call me every five minutes.
|At Ellie's graduation, Spring, 2008. |
(Not quite sure what Sawan's doing in this photo...but it was the best one I could find...he must be saying "ta DA!")