Bu then Heather O'Hara from Cupertino asked me to go to dinner. She was my roommate. A bright, sunny red-headed girl with a passion for Mustangs. She was so chipper it was almost freaky. That first night we sat up getting to know each other. I shared some popcorn from my electric popcorn maker and she marveled at the fact that I didn't like beer. CLU is a very small place and 90% of students live on campus for all four years. We shared a bedroom our entire four years and became inseparable.
Heather was the life of the party and spontaneous, while being kind hearted and nurturing at the same time. We rarely argued about typical roommate stuff. I won the roommate lottery getting paired up with Heather O'Hara from Cupertino, Ca. We took crazy road trips, pulled all nighters, dated the bad boys, went to Chapel (almost) every Wednesday, went to three Steve Miller concerts together and did all manner of crazy co-ed stuff. Always together. I once told her if she were a guy I would marry her.
We became each other's family away from our real families. Heather O'Hara from Cupertino was the one who took me to the emergency room when I fell into a patch of cactus with a cute boy. I sat in that same ER with her for three hours while she waited to be diagnosed with mono. She held my hand and handed me tissues while I cried about whichever boy broke my heart that week. She always had my back no matter what, and I had hers. We would stay up late into the night sharing a Sara Lee Banana Cake and spill our deepest, darkest secrets with each other. I once told someone one of her secrets and she found out. She accepted my apology and never held a grudge. She was that awesome.
Me and Heather, circa 1992
After we graduated, we got ourselves an apartment in the big city and real jobs. That is when things started to change. Heather O'Hara from Cupertino was miserable. She was ready to be a grown up, while I was still having a hard time letting go of the college student lifestyle. While I embraced living in the city, she was clearly not enjoying it. When she decided to move back to her hometown (which is Cupertino, not too far from SF), I was pissed. This was not part of our plan. We grew apart. We briefly reconnected and she made an effort, but I was not in a great place and I blew her off. I meant to call. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years.
My mom absolutely adored Heather O'Hara from Cupertino and asks me about her often. I get snappy and mad when she asks me if I've ever heard from her. I'm not at my mom for asking. I'm angry at myself. Because this is just plain wrong and thinking about her makes me want to cry. We didn't attend each others weddings. She has never seen my kids or met my husband. It seriously hurts my heart just to type that. It's just not right.
I'm sure by now you're asking yourself why I don't just call her already. I've tried. I've tried Googling her name in every fashion I can think with no luck. I'm sure she's married by now and has a new last name. I've tried out alumni association, but they can't find her either. I've Googled her brother's name as well as her parent's. No luck. I even went to far as to contact the church she used to attend in Cupertino, but they never answered my e-mail.
Which leads me to the whole point of this post. Maybe, just maybe Heather O'Hara from Cupertino will Google her maiden name and come across my little blog. Maybe someone who knows how to contact her will come across this. I know she'd be mortified to have all this personal information about her on the internet.
It's a long shot, but I want so badly to reconnect with her. So Heather O'Hara from Cupertino, send me an e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org). Please. I owe you an apology and I want to know what path your life has taken. I want to sit down with you and relive those life changing years we shared. I miss you terribly.
Go hug your friends old and new. Forgive them. Call them. Tell them you love them. Make the effort not to lose touch with the ones that really matter. The amazing, should be life-long friends like Heather O'Hara from Cupertino, Ca.