Share a childhood memory
In honour of my cousin, who is opening his eyes on command but still lacking dilation of his pupils so is still technically in a coma, I’m going to share a memory of him.
I’m not sure if this is a memory, or if I’ve just heard the story so many times that it has become a memory.
As I’ve mentioned in my posts about my cousin, he’s a police officer. He’s also 27 years older than me (he just turned 58 for anyone trying to do the math). When he was younger, he was a huge presence in any room. He’s extremely tall, and he works hard on keeping fit for his job. Even now he’s a huge presence in any room! I’ve just gotten used to it and can’t see him as any more threatening than a butterfly haha.
This one time, he came over to visit my parents when I was little. Maybe 1 or 2-years-old? This is why I think I’ve just been told this story so many times that I think it’s a memory. When he walked into the room I was in, I was on the floor playing, and I looked up at him and instantly burst into tears. I’m talking screaming bloody murder at this towering giant who had come to hurt me. I didn’t want anything to do with him!
By the end of the visit, I was on his lap with him reading me stories. Once again I was crying, but it was because I didn’t want him to leave me. How dare he win me over and then just leave! hehe
Apparently, this was a tactic I used often. For the first little bit of my life, this is also how I reacted whenever my grandmother would come to visit. She is quite the opposite of my cousin in physical presence – a sweet 70-year-old grandmother who was slowly slipping away from life, short (maybe 5’5), thin and well poised, delicate movements. I guess I just had a thing for being overdramatic? That hasn’t left my personality 😉
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