The Godfather

Mine

Throughout the entire experience of this event, my cousin from a distant place, stayed in regular touch with me. I had not seen him in years, nor did I physically see him at any time through this adventure. But without fail, he called me often. We would speak for at least an hour each time.

He would let me vent and release. He too had been burnt by this family. He reassured me and let me know that I could put this adventure, and these characters, behind me.

The Godfather is actually my older cousin who really did stand for me as my real Godfather. His Father was supposed to be my Godfather but could not get away from work to get to the Church. So, he sent his son, who was an older teenager at the time.

We would joke about all the birthday presents I am overdue. He promised to pack a car filled with these outstanding presents and give me the keys to that car.

And we joked how it would really be a model car wrapped in a box.

This cousin lived far away and called me regularly. He would provide an ear to let me vent about the amazing things certain family members had done. He knew all about them too and was familiar with what I was venting.

He would check-up on me, let me release a lot of steam, then say,

“I Love You”

every single time we spoke.

I knew without fail; I would get these regular calls. I had a volcano to release, and he let me, with kindness, familiarity and understanding.

Thank you, my wonderful Godfather, you picked up the family slack once again.