Sunday, December 26, 2010
Yesterday my dad was talking about all the grand kids in the family. He said 5. For a minute both my sister and I looked at each other and thought that he included Genesis. I told her, "let's not give him credit just yet..." I then asked him who the 5 grand kids were. He listed D, G, my nephew A, my nephew K and.... The baby my sister in law is pregnant with. She's only 4 months along so they don't know the gender or the name yet. My parents relationship with my brother and his wife is not good... Yet my dad managed to count the 4 month gestation baby but not my daughter who was stillborn. Not my daughter who has a name. Not my daughter who he met. For a split second he made my day and I was so happy thinking he finally remembered all by himself...and then in an instant he ruined it. Of course I told him he forgot her and of course he denies forgetting saying I confused him or some crap like that. Then my mom jumped in the conversation saying that I was looking for trouble or something stupid like that. No. The only thing I was looking for... the ONLY thing I am ever looking for is for someone other than myself to remember Genesis. To remember that she is my daughter. That she is still someones niece, sister and granddaughter. All I ask is for people to remember... and it never happens. My mom went on to say that it shouldn't be a big deal because it was such a small thing to say "I have 5 grand kids..." well all I have left are the small things. What BIG things are left for Genesis? First day of school? Graduation? Getting married? Her first baby? No. She will never have any of that, so don't tell me the little things shouldn't matter. Had my dad said 6, even as "little" as that is, it would have made me so very happy. So yes, the little things matter. They matter very much.