William has a soldier named Steven. I’ve never blogged his name before. I think I may have met Steve once, maybe twice. He was a nice enough guy but I was holding quite the grudge against him. I’ve been in Colorado about 4 1/2 years. I’ve been horribly sick 3 times since I’ve been here. Once was a stomach infection. The second time was the flu. The third time was some foreign germ warfare released into the air by Steve and sent home to me via William. I was convinced for those 24 hours I was dying, and was almost convinced death would have been kinder. I no longer remember when I caught that God awful bug from him, but I do remember I blogged about it.
At any rate. Steven sent me a Christmas present this year. He knew I liked camera lenses and he had one he wasn’t using and gave it to me for Christmas. I hadn’t had a chance to say thank you because I assumed he had gone home to for Christmas. He hadn’t and now I won’t have a chance….
Last night William got a call that Steve was found dead by one of his roommates. The Coroner thinks he may have died sometime late Friday. He’s been sick, off and on, since he gave me my bug. When I spoke to him on the 23rd I noticed he was coughing again, I didn’t pay it a lot of attention, but I did notice it. As of right now no one knows why he’s dead, just that he is.
His family was also notified last night and my heart goes out to each and every one of them.
Rest in peace Sgt Padilla and thank you.