Dear Steve,
Just thinking back how our lives have crossed paths over the many years
at different coincidental intervals. It is quite amazing and so fun to
reflect upon our youth and the serendipitous moments when we would
"bump" into each other and reconnect.
Junior High Days - The Beginning
I believe we met in our Junior High days beginning in the year 1965 thru
1968 when I was at Marina and you at Roosevelt. I don't remember if you
belonged to a club at Cameron House, but I do remember you being
friends with the "half a grade" younger girls club
members first than our Mikado's "half a grade older" girls club. In
those days, that was a crucial difference. Lol. We, the Mikados were a
large group from both Marina, Francisco and Presidio Jr. High and the
boys, the same, were called the Marauders. I believe
you were friends with some of them who were from Presidio Jr High
and started to hang out with our group of girls and guys in our age
crowd. We started overlapping friendships from the different junior
highs and branching out to SF neighborhood districts with
basketball school game competitions, at Downtown Bowling tournaments or Cameron House events or dances and parties we were allowed to
attend. All an innocent and carefree time with our first
"boy/girl crushes!" I remember in those days when we would meet
everyone's parents, we were taught to be very formal, polite, courteous
and respectful addressing your parents for the first time
as "Hello, Mr. & Mrs. Fung. Nice to meet you." I remember your
parents being the "cutest couple" and your Dad was just like you,
friendly and funny with a twinkle in his eyes. I remember vaguely going
to Trader Vic's with a group of us hosted by you and because
your Dad worked there, we had extra special treatment. I remember being
so mesmerized by the dark-lanterned room with the Polynesian decor and
furniture and being allowed to have fruit drinks with the little
umbrella and pineapple stick. Felt so sophisticated
and cool at 14 years old and we all thought we were "the coolest!" You were always the friendly accommodating host.
High School Graduation/Early College Adventure
We all went to different high schools and then to different paths for
college and work, so lost touch for a while. However, it was the Summer
of 1973, right before transferring to San Jose State for my junior year
when 3 girl friends and I decided to enter
University of Hawaii in Oahu, Honolulu Manoa Campus for a 6 week summer
school course. We ended up taking Hula Dancing as a PE Physical ED
class and had a ball. One night on a late Friday evening after touring
the city and wanting to go to the top of the famous
La Ronde revolving restaurant for drinks, we were parking our rented
car in the Ala Moana Shopping Center garage that was fairly empty at
that late hour and were searching which way to enter the correct
elevator to take to the top. Along comes this convertible
sports car driver with his buddy swinging in to park and seeing 4 young
ladies, they asked if we were lost and if they could be of assistance.
Low and behold, it ended up being you, Steve and Mike McDonald! I was
so shocked to run into you! How random was
that?! And, by chance, we discover you work at the La Ronde restaurant
as a chef! Again, you were the gracious suave host to escort us to the
top to have Hawaiian drinks with the umbrellas and again, we felt so
sophisticated, this time at age 19 years old!
Well, our 6 weeks of summer school became extra filled with outings and
touring by you and your friends along with more Hawaiian spirited fun
events! That is when you and your friend (Collin -not sure if this was
his name) introduced the music of the ukulele
artist, Ohta San to me and his beautiful song, "Song for Anna." I just
found the song on YouTube and texted to Jon, your caretaker, to play for
you since it was one of your favorite songs at that time. Well, the
next summer of 1974, Dardie and her parents
moved to Honolulu and more friends from San Francisco also came out to
visit and reconnected with you. Again, you were the host with the most,
entertaining all of us and teaching us the "relaxed, kick-back Hawaiian
way of living, never wearing shoes again!"
You also taught me to "walk slower, no need to rush, take it easy."
After the Summer of 1973, I entered San Jose State in the Fall and I
looked up your sister, Donna for she was an instructor there and visited
her and low and behold, I see the Trader Vic's
dining set revisited in her apartment and chuckled again at fond
flashback memories of you.
Fast Forward to Mid 1990's
After starting a career in Occupational Therapy, getting married and
having my second child, I changed OT jobs to California Pacific Medical
Center in SF. Working there, I was always assigned to the building
across the street from the medical hospital center
so I would only go over to the main building for Thursday staff
meetings. Well, one day on my way over to a staff meeting, I took a
quick short cut through the main lobby and jumped onto an elevator just
opening up and low and behold, I run into this guy with
an IV pole walking out. OMG, it ends up being you, Steve! Once again,
our lives intersect. I couldn't believe it! I soon find out you are a
resident in-patient on the cardiac floor awaiting a heart transplant and
you were heading to the lobby area to hang
out in the visitor lounge area with your group of fellow patients.
Again, through you, I could see during the length of time you stayed
waiting and finally receiving your heart, the camaraderie you built with
your select group and how you made the most of
your time together planning group meetings and meal events. I remember
the cardiac rehab OT therapist, Beth treating you and kidding you always
having to remind you to remediate your self care routine and not take
such long showers you so always wanted to
do! It was so uplifting to see and be there with you and your family
when your turn finally came up to receive your transplant and see you
stabilize to return home safely and later periodically check back at the
clinic. Again, a very cool progression in surviving
that medical challenge!
80th Birthday Banquet
Years passed and we lost contact, but it was not until my husband's
father's sister, his Aunt Velma turned 80 yo and she had a birthday
banquet at the Grand Palace Restaurant in South SF did I find out your
mother was best of friends with Aunt Velma all these
years. Your parents were in attendance at the banquet for I recognized
them. They were "older, but still cute as ever" and I re-introduced
myself to them, of course with polite respect, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fung!
Nice to see you again!" I was able to briefly
catch up through them how well you were doing then.
As you continue this challenging medical health journey through life,
just know Steve you have always been a survivor and managed through some
tough obstacles. I know that twinkle in your eye and Ohana Hawaiian
hospitality soul is still underneath the surface
inside of you always.
Barefoot Friends forever,
Di