When I was a kid and someone passed away I would crawl into bed with my parents because I yearned for their comfort. The only way for me to feel that was to physically be near them. History continues to repeat itself because I have now become the comforter... or am I the comfortee? As my girls lay next to me and I hold them close they don't realize that they're are doing more for me than I am for them.
I had to break the news to my girls that someone died this week. Well... I'm sure many people died this week but someone they knew died his week. Someone they had a relationship with died this week. We didn't see him often but when we did it was always love. One of my girls was hysterical immediately after hearing the news and the other wanted to know if he was going to be cremated. I'll let you guess who did what.
When there's a fresh death, that old feeling of pain tends to rear its ugly head. I'm still not sure how to feel because I'm fighting with separating one loss from another. But I do know that we're going to miss him.
Miss the guy who'd come over and try to convince me to give him all the good family pictures.
Miss the guy with the big, silly grin that loved to tell corny stories about how his best pick up line was 'so do you play sudoku?'
Miss the guy who was always standing on the sidelines taking pics or shooting videos with his old school camera.
Miss the guy who'd promised to bring those home videos into the 21st century because what person in 2017 still owns a VCR.
Miss the guy who visited numerous times but could never remember my house number.
Miss the guy who would mess with the girls and pretend not to know who was who.
Miss the guy who protected me when I was too consumed with grief to protect myself.
Miss the guy who would stare at me in disbelief because of how much I resembled my mother.
Im glad that he had the opportunity to meet my girls and see them grow. I'm sure that he'll tell mom all about them now that they're together again.
I had all intentions of going to see him during my lunch hour, so I was in complete shock when I received a text message that he'd died. I realized, at that moment, that God laughs in the face of our plans. I'm sad, but I don't have regrets because I take solace in our last conversation:
Me: Hey uncle Daniel, what's up?
Uncle Daniel: Hi Bob, I'm good...You know I love you right.
Me: Yea, yea, yea love you too. You better come over soon to visit me, Frank and the girls.
Uncle Daniel: I will. I promise.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened