My nephew keeps bringing me things--stuff that belonged to my sister.
I don't know if he recognizes that he does this every Mother's Day--I know he doesn't know--he is a Mother's Day Baby and I am a Mother's Day Mom.
My nephew was my sister's mother's day present--just as my daughter was mine. (It's quite a thing, in the hospital, they kinda roll ya out with ribbons and shhhhtuff.)
Shhhhtuff. Nod. My sister had a lot of it. Since she passed? My nephew brings me some--weird things he knows I don't need--like that avocado and cream lazy susan thingie that's sitting like it's punished on my dining room table. (It's ghastly--unless you are gay and into retro--then it's $145 tyvm)
Speaking of punishment, I swear, it was so familiar I didn't notice it until just an hour ago--and only because I recognized the street address--once mine, once as twice to both of my sisters--the very address where my mother was born, the one and only home my grandmother could call her own - Chalmette Street--and I only noticed the return address because? Well, letters from Huntsville State Penitentiary have this huge red stamp for a..stamp, and besides, he wasn't in the habit of writing until he hadta.
I don't think my nephew read this letter.
I know it was never meant for my eyes (but I confess I felt a gratified smile when he mentioned that I wrote him every week) but I had become mundane through my letters...
But this? What I am holding here? I doubt my nephew has ever read it. I'm going to make sure he does, though.
My sister had the loving audacity to ask my brother, to stand as "paran"--otherwise known as a Godfather. I'd love to share with you all what my brother had to say, but just know that this letter is peppered with exclamation points and question marks.
My brother was taking the job offer very seriously.
He was the first of the kids to leave us, and Cathy left us much too soon afterward, but I did want to share on this here eeeeee-lectronic letterboard the wonder of words, written in the unique stylistics of familiar penmanship, to another we thought we knew as well as the shape of our very thumbnails--only to realize they had something going on that we could never be privvy to...
A message from my brother Keith to my sister Cathy, both gone from my life now, regarding the spiritual soul of my nephew, who thought nothing of passing this on to me.
Back atcha Shawn. *daps* Uncle Keith said "yes".
You are not alone.