Lady J’s Godfather died the other day.
Unfortunately, I was responsible for breaking the news.
After telling her what had happened, I wiped my eyes and braced myself for an impending breakdown–I just knew that my dear daughter was going to fall over into a puddle of tears.
I put my arm around her…
Ready to catch her fall.
And I waited…
And I waited…
And I waited.
But there was nothing.
Now, in an effort to be proactive, I decided that I should help her to get in touch with her feelings.
In my mind, she needed to process the seriousness of what had occurred.
So, I assured her that it was okay if she felt like crying.
Not wanting to force the issue, I simply decided to drop the subject and keep a close eye on her.
But, to my surprise, Lady J never said another word about the matter.
In fact, she proceeded as if nothing had happened.
I kept thinking to myself that this was strange.
Lady J was very close to her Godfather.
This just didn’t seem to make any sense.
So, again, I broached the subject and asked, “How do you feel?”
“What do you think?”
To which she responded, “I’ve decided NOT to think about it.”
So I let it be.
Well, a couple of days before the funeral, Lady J’s Godmother requested that we come to her home in order to take pictures with the family.
So we went.
Naturally, after arriving, we greeted children, grandchildren, brothers, sisters and friends—Each one engaged in play, pleasantries and recollections of warm memories.
People were talking and becoming more acquainted.
Several conversations were occuring at once.
And all seemed well.
But there, on the sofa, apart from the chatter, sat Lady J, silently holding her Godmother’s hand…
NOT thinking about it.
Rest in Peace KRB (aka Godfather)
We love you and we will miss you always!