9 years ago
your son was 9, you were forty-two
your wife was nearing forty
I was eighteen
daughter 1, fourteen; daughter 2, thirteen
and daughter 3 was only 6
we've experienced anniversaries,
birthdays, funerals
(my dad, my grandpa, my papa)
breakups, and new boyfriends
(just with your daughters, really)
graduations, retirements,
family arguments
chaos and heartbreak induced by alcoholism,
(and now years of sobriety)
first home purchases
(your daughters and myself)
(your son is living with me this summer)
and a pandemic...
much has happened since June 17th, two thousand and sixteen
but the biggest thing yet
will be this Saturday
June 7th, twenty twenty-five
daughter 1 is twenty-two, now
and in three days she gets married
your son is eighteen, now
and he will walk her down the aisle
(he told me he cries whenever he thinks about it)
your wife is nearly forty-nine
she will be there with her boyfriend
(they moved in together, in the house they built)
(they're both sober)
(she referred to him as her husband the other day)
daughter 3 is fifteen
(she told me she doesn't really remember you)
I am twenty-seven, now
and I will read a passage from the Bible at your daughter's wedding -
(just like I did at your funeral)
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
9 years ago
your son was 9, you were forty-two
your wife was nearing forty
I was eighteen
daughter 1, fourteen; daughter 2, thirteen
and daughter 3 was only 6
we've experienced anniversaries,
birthdays, funerals
(my dad, my grandpa, my papa)
breakups, and new boyfriends
(just with your daughters, really)
graduations, retirements,
family arguments
chaos and heartbreak induced by alcoholism,
(and now years of sobriety)
first home purchases
(your daughters and myself)
(your son is living with me this summer)
and a pandemic...
much has happened since June 17th, two thousand and sixteen
but the biggest thing yet
will be this Saturday
June 7th, twenty twenty-five
daughter 1 is twenty-two, now
and in three days she gets married
your son is eighteen, now
and he will walk her down the aisle
(he told me he cries whenever he thinks about it)
your wife is nearly forty-nine
she will be there with her boyfriend
(they moved in together, in the house they built)
(they're both sober)
(she referred to him as her husband the other day)
daughter 3 is fifteen
(she told me she doesn't really remember you)
I am twenty-seven, now
and I will read a passage from the Bible at your daughter's wedding -
(just like I did at your funeral)
My cousin gets married this weekend... feeling very bitter-sweet; her dad died by suicide 9 years ago (anniversary of the death is in two weeks); my dad died unexpectedly three years ago. Reflecting on how life changes, and it also stays the same. My cousin asked me to read a passage at her wedding; 9 years ago, my aunt asked me to read a passage at my uncle's funeral.
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