Just A Day
One of my first real memories of my uncle. He was babysitting my brother and me. We were little– maybe three and four. He was giving us a bath. At the time my brother was obsessed with MC Hammer’s “You can’t touch this.” It was played so often the tape wore out twice. There we are in the bathtub and my brother really wants the cup my uncle is using to rinse us off. My uncle pretended to give my brother the cup and then at the last second pulled it away, “you can’t touch this!” he laughed. He did this over and over again and we all just laughed and laughed. My brother was a stubborn and easily frustrated child. With anyone else this game would have ended with a very upset child but with my uncle there was no room for frustration. We were all swept up by his energy and enthusiasm. All we could do was laugh.
Today my tio would have been forty-eight years old. He was an incredible person and we all miss him very much. If you knew him I hope you’ll share stories about him and do something fun today–the sillier and more creative the better. He would have liked that.
I love you, tio.