i am the human version of the first piece of bread
- Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via pureblyss)
I’ve been thinking about this lot lately
Okay so I’m in New York visiting my dad’s side of the family who I haven’t seen in years. I was really nervous of how the dynamic was going to be with my dad gone. I just didn’t know if they still really considered us family or not and this side of the family is very loud and intimidating. Not to mention that my cousins are all super fit and athletic and attractive. So i was kinda having a panic attack about seeing everyone.
It was a little awkward at first with my one set of cousins, but it gradually got better. Then my uncle, who was closest to my dad, came and when he saw me, had the biggest smile on his face and said “LOOKATCHUUUU” and gave me two giant bear hugs. I could sense the love and pride and sadness in his eyes. It was almost like he was looking at me, this grown up version of his niece, as a reflection of his late brother, and it melted all my worries away. He’s always been a warm and friendly person, but this made me feel so special. It is the biggest honor to remind people of my father and being here with his family makes me miss him even more. I just felt like that needed to be documented so i’ll never forget it.