Once Upon a Time

My brother had a little girl, and I loved her more than anything. Strangely, you can have unrequited love in your own family, and that love story didn’t work out well. Not because of me, and probably not because of her. I suspect all the other dark factors that affected my family. The photo is her with her mom about 1981.

When she was a little thing, just walking and talking, she was my best bud. I didn’t get to see her often because there was a lot of stress in the famdamnily, but when I did see her, it was the greatest.

Once we went out to eat together — her mom, dad, and I. We had finished dinner and were sitting around the table while my niece played in a largely empty restaurant. She was enthralled with the (to her) long distance between the back wall and the front windows. I joined her in the back of the restaurant about to share an adventure to the front.

“Let’s go!” she said. She’d just learned to run without falling on her face.

“Where?” I asked.

THERE!” she replied.

“There? That’s too vague,” I answered (to a two year old)

“OK. Let’s go to vague!”

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23 thoughts on “Once Upon a Time

  1. It’s a long way from Vague to Vegas! My last visit to Vegas was on 9/11, for a business meeting. For several days, we could not leave (it’s not my favorite place anyway — I go into instant sensory overload!) — and I doubt I Will ever go back except possibly on the way through to somewhere else. Vague is something I do often — I leave home with the camera to go “wherever the car takes me.”

    • I’d go back to Vegas just to go back to the places I barely got to see (rocks and stuff in the neighborhood) when I was there with the Evil X. Otherwise, I don’t know. It just seems fakey to me. The saddest thing were the MGM lions. 😦

  2. They’re so funny when they’re so concrete!! One day I shrugged and said to my then-little one “you say tomayto, I say tomahto” – of course, she yelled “tomayto!!” A preschool teacher once asked her if she’d had chickenpox and she told her “No, but I’ve had chicken McNuggets”. That little niece of yours sounds like she was a sweetie and you a great aunt:0))

    • They’re kind of profound in their literalness. Two year olds are so interesting. I really like them. They’re undaunted and scary but funny and very good at reminding us what matters. My former next door neighbor’s little boy was two and for some reason the sun rose for him when I came out of my front door. One day he climbed their 5 foot fence and RAN down the highway in front of our houses to get to me yelling, “Martha! Martha! Martha!” I was out my gate a lot faster than I thought I was capable of and scooped him up in my arms. I never had one of my own to worry about, though my niece lived me me for a short time when she was 3. ❤

  3. Garry’s love relationship with our granddaughter was similar — sort of, for different reasons. They were incredibly close when she was little … and then she sort of slipped away. I hope she will come back soon enough them to rediscover each other.

    • It’s hard, actually, and as I get closer to surgery (which I think will go fine) I wish we weren’t estranged. It’s weird to be at this point in life with no family, but that’s how it is. I hope your granddaughter also turns around to see what she is missing.

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