I don’t really know my Uncle Barry, her husband. I think he and my Dad didn’t get along. And my family didn’t go to lots of extended family trips and things like that, so I didn’t see Ruth’s family, or those cousins. Maybe twice in my entire childhood. Barry, maybe once. Facebook has meant that I am now in touch with my cousins, and that’s wonderful. But when Ruth died, I had all of these feelings, and desires– I wanted to say something to my Dad, and my Grammy, and perhaps send a note to my two cousins, and Barry. And I did, said, nothing. It was overwhelming, to pare down the difference between what I wanted to say, and what ought to be said, and what one writes and sends off into the post… Terrible.
Last week, I got a congratulatory wedding card, with gift, from Barry. Mind you: I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to the man– I have one memory of him running on a beach from childhood, and the unfounded sensation that my own Dad didn’t get along with him. That’s all. But I had sent him a wedding invitation because if I didn’t, he’d be the only person in my whole family not to get one. And that just seemed wrong. Also, if Ruth were alive, I’d have of course sent one. So I sent one.
His note was late, and he wrote, “I’m sorry this is late. Your Aunt Ruth would never have let that happen.”
My eyes promptly filled up with tears. What a perfect, sad, and good thing to say.
I wrote him a proper note in the thank you note. I told him how sorry I am that Aunt Ruth is gone, and described what they as a couple (an idea of a smart couple traveling the world) meant to me as a child, and that I had thought of him frequently– and that if he ever came to our city, he should let me know, because I’d like to see him in person.
Anyway. I felt anxious when I mailed the note– flurries of “it’s too much!” and “it’s not enough!” and “why even try to say these things?!” for a full 24 hours. I eventually told myself, “You had to write something. We’re only human. Better to try and write something clunky, and convey it awkwardly, than ignore these things.”
(Contributed by Stephanie, from an original post at: www.girldogtorch.wordpress.com)