...And all I can think of is how glad I am at this moment that you can't smell breath over the internet... My next book will be called "Coffee: it's whore-ish tendencies to ruin my fantasticness..."
Moving right along...
Seriously, if I had a nickle for EVERY SINGLE TIME I opened up my page, attempted a post...and deleted it... I'd be a rich bitch... just sayin...
I haven't even written in my personal journal in over a month... Actually; hold please...
June 20th... that was the last entry... There is maybe one person reading this and scratching their head at how odd that sounds...so much time between entries...and this is a person who, after high school, would call me and say "So, what did I do for New Year's, '98??" And yes... I would be able to answer. Sad but true...
And the last entry was about how our uncle went missing...and he was recently "found"... I did not finish that entry... it stops mid page...
It's a sad, tragic story and all I can say is...he will be missed.
Especially by the children in his life. Tio was a big hit with the kids.
I wanted to get up and say something at his service, but there was a lot going on and I just wanted the day to end... for some reason it was harder for me to do the "Celebration of Life" thing that day... I know why... but it's none ya bidness...
What I would have said was this:
I will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart for Tio... for what he did for my wonderful F.I.L.... (see what I did there?)
When Felipe got sick, Tio came out... NO questions asked. "Bro needs me? DONE!" Cause that's the kind of guy he was. The very first time I met him was at Tita Carmen's funeral. I didn't see him again until he came out to care for his brother...
The first time I went to the house to re-introduce ourselves to this long lost uncle, Thing 1 was asking her Gma for something... and annoyingly I might add. Because at Gma and Gpa's anything goes. Well, with Gpa not really able to much anymore, I was really getting on the little one to start doing things herself. Get your own snacks, take yourself to the bathroom (she milked that one DRY I tell you) and so on...
Well, on this particular day, Gpa turns to his brother and says "Hey, Mija wants to play with her playdough... Play with her."
Now, if this was most families, I'm sure Gpa would have been met with a certain amount of cynicism... or something opposite of what happened...
Without hesitation or question... Tio disappeared up into the girliest of girl rooms, and came down with the playdough set in tow... And he sat there, with his bad knees, and played with her until his brother needed him for something...then he came back and continued on playing... He gave his great niece something that day... he gave her back her grandpa time that she was already starting to miss because gpa couldn't play and move around like he used to with her. And they played ALOT... so she noticed when he had to stop. But that day... she got her grandpa back... and many days after.
I wanted to cry...that was so awesome...
And I wanted to cry last night too...
Sitting on the couch, thing 2 draining a rice bottle... nice evening air flowing through our little house... (I'm setting a scene here bitches) watching re-runs of The Wonder Years... Harley cleaned the living room of her Hiroshima like proportion of toy explosion and came out of her room... disappeared into my room... she doesn't DO that... like EVAH... Came out with the paper from Tio's service in one hand...and her Gpa's in the other.
I lost it.
She already had little tears in her eyes...
One thing is for sure. I am in a whole new league here. I did NOT know loss like that when I was her age. I know that my hubby didn't either. So... as to what to do in this situation? We are winging it like a bastard cause we are at a loss as to how to handle it.
One more short story about Tio...kinda...
The kiddo has a lion named Leo... Tio's name is Leo...
She thought that maybe that's too many Leo's...she changed his name to Larry.
His name is Leo again...
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