Lower Lake High star athlete led life of pain away from sports
LOWER LAKE - This is a love story that must begin with the razor blades.
It's spring, 2017. Hokulani Wickard doesn't remember the exact date. Hardly matters now. Alone, he drove his Jeep from his home in Lower Lake to Austin Park, a city park in Clearlake. He parked, saw the razor blades and knew why he came.
At the Lower Lake Coffee and Cream Cafe last Thursday Wickard without a word showed what he was intending to do with them.
With tears in his eyes Hokulani made a repeated slashing motion on his left wrist. Didn't say a word. Wasn't necessary. He just stared at his left wrist, was it friend or foe? But why Hokulani? Why?
“I felt neglected,” he said finally. Neglected? Hokulani Wickard? This is a joke. Right? This is Hokulani Wickard, the pride of Lake County, not just of Lower Lake High School. He will represent his school Wednesday at The Press Democrat's All-Empire sports award ceremony. He is Lower Lake top male athlete and top male scholar-athlete.
Hokulani is the All-American kid, 6-foot-3, 230 pounds, MVP of his football team, All-County in two sports. A junior then in 2017 at Lower Lake, Hokulani eventually would be offered nine college scholarships. And that's not even the half of it. Now a senior Hokulani has a 4.22 grade point average. He'll only have four “B's” by the time he leaves high school. He's been on the school's Honor Roll all four years. Blond, muscular with a little light stubble, his appearance is as welcoming as a warm cup of coffee, his personality as sweet as a Danish.
“Yeah, that's what people see,” said Hokulani, moving his arms up and down his body, as if he's showing off some kind of museum figurine. A bit self-conscious, he was, in doing it.
Sitting quietly that day in his Jeep, now close to his end, his cellphone rang.
“Hey, honey, come on over, let's do something,” asked Claire Alderson, his girlfriend.
Hokulani startled awake. In that moment he cared more about her than himself. He told Claire where he was, what he was about to do. She hung up immediately and hit the gas like a NASCAR driver to reach him.
He stopped retelling the story. He just stared into space. The question had to be asked.
“Did Claire save your life?”
Looking down, Hokulani nodded. Didn't say a word. Stayed silent, as if invisible might be the best option. Without him probably realizing it, that quiet moment represented how Hokulani came to such a dark place, why he felt neglected.
Hokulani and his dad, Damien, have had too many quiet moments, too many days, too many hours, too many years, in which nothing was said. Emotions have remained hidden. Questions were never asked so questions were ever answered. Opinions rarely shared. Two human beings stood at arm's length, either by design or circumstance, related but not relating, close yet apart.
This is how far apart they've been.
“I didn't know that,” said Damien about that day when his son came to Austin Park to kill himself. “I knew he was having issues. I knew he was struggling. … this does give me a little shock.”
Such emotional distance was years in the making. As so often happens in these kinds of things, it began with a tragedy. On April 11, 2003, Rebecca Wickard died after battling cancer. It leveled Damien to his knees. Rebecca and Damien were childhood sweethearts, one of those storybook romances when people live happily ever-after. They make movies of this kind of love. Married for seven years, together for 12, they had big plans. He was 30. She was 29. Hokulani was 3 when she died.
“Hok didn't know her and I often wondered if it would have been better for him to have been older so he could have known her,” Damien said. “But then, maybe, it would have hurt more. I don't know. But I kept him away from that. I didn't want to burden him with that. I didn't want him to feel the pain.”
Pictures of Rebecca were on the walls on their house, in many rooms. Unidentified. As Hokulani grew so did his curiosity. “There were pictures all over the house of Rebecca,” Hokulani said, “but I kept wondering: ‘Who is this person?' My dad never said. I had to find out for myself.”
Aunt Christy and cousin Elijah told him one day, almost by accident, certainly as an afterthought. Now more questions needed to be asked. The silence continued. Day-to-day stuff was dealt with. But family history, what's inside that can't been seen, all of it stayed in the ether of silence. And it built upon itself, layered thick over the years with Hokulni feeling isolated.
“Obviously hindsight is always 20-20,” Damien said.
Guessing he was around 11, Hokulani remembered becoming self-supportive, making meals for himself. He said Damien stayed out late. On the average, Hokulani said, he would be feeding himself four days a week. Sometimes, he said, he would go to a neighbor and ask for food.
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