When a little girl doesn’t have a father, an uncle can be a lifeline. That was my uncle, my Unc. I’ll try to keep my words short and sweet on such a bitter anniversary of his passing by sharing a story my grandmother emailed me on my uncle’s response to having a niece:
Well Rick, being a teenager when he found out Rachel was going to have a baby said, “there will be no baby in this house.” I just let it go; obviously there was going to be one in this house.
But after you were born, I was holding you, Rick was beside me admiring you. “She’s ours, isn’t she?” I said yes. The pictures show such pride tenderness between you and him; it brings tears to my eyes.
And I felt like his for the next twenty-nine years.
I’ll dip my toe in the water again. I have yet to successfully maintain a blog, mostly because of how tedious and intrusive they become. I come out of the gate with the highest of expectations, but shit, these things are easy to avoid when you’ve got a lover, cat, and career. So I’m trying this again, simple — a photo log and social feed of sorts with the occasional blog mixed in. Wish me luck.
That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.