A moment of intense humanity.Of which I shall remain honored to have witnessed.
49 years and some days ago, Baby Paul David was born.
49 years ago, in a few weeks, he left his Birth family and soon became Baby Claude to his Life family.
49 years ago, Uncle Gary was 15 and horribly scarred by these events, and the ones he believes led up to them.
12 years and some months ago, we welcomed Uncle Junior into our lives. (coincidentally, mere days after welcoming Hannah into our lives)
12 years and some months ago, Uncle Gary decided he'd never be able to acknowledge the existence of his brother without accepting the existence of his mother's own human frailty - sin, just like the rest of us. As one is impossible in his heart, the other won't sit well in his head. Better to ignore it all. Uncle Gary's (whispered:)Catholic, which is meant to explain that we let him reconcile those kinds of things in his own head, as he will, in his own way, with his own years of human experience.
In this very moment here, we're at their mother's wake. Gary, with tears streaming down his face, approached Junior with outstretched hand, saying, "I don't know what to say to you..."
I left them in peace, just glancing back to snap this pic, to make real what I very well could have been dreaming. As I'd dreamed of this moment 1,000 times before ♥
Our family took one giant step towards Whole.
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