Falling Out
Falling Out:
I was at St. Stephens, which is my home church. I'm standing up in the choir loft. Up in the top row which is the baritone row. It's a good step up and you can see pretty much everyone in the congregation from back there. My voice is straining because I'm yelling at someone. That someone turned out to be my "Uncle" Bob. Not only was I screaming at him, but he at me. The church was deserted and thank goodness because I wouldn't want anyone to witness him and I like that. I'm thinking it was before a Sunday service, but he and I were the only ones in the chapel. The organist hadn't even arrived there yet. I don't understand why he won't see my point of view. He's so stubborn and won't give in. I started breaking down and crying. Though my screaming didn't waiver.
I have known Bob my whole life. When Dale used to take me to Sunday school, he was always there showing us kids the stain glass windows and telling stories of the men who were painted in them. Ever since I could remember, I was his favorite. My family never attended church, so I think he became a sort of uncle then. He would always look out for me. As I got older, it became known that he wanted the best for me and to go to school after high school and the like. He even was my co-sponsor for my Confirmation. When I would come back from a break at college, he would always ask me my grades and be so proud of me. He would take me flying in his airplane and I would spend Sunday afternoons at his house and play with his kittens. Even one summer we spent an entire day at his lake swimming with the fishes.
When it was time for me to graduate from college, I told him of my plans of not going on to get a degree and try to work here in the city. I'm thinking that just crushed him. A bright, smart girl who threw away her whole college career to work in Erie...at a restaurant no less. We did have a falling out then, and we refused to talk to each other until he calmed down. Well that is about the time when I disappeared at church didn't attend for a whole 9 months. When I came back, he had someone else to occupy his time, Kyan, Dale's daughter. His wife put it bluntly, "You've been replaced." I laughed it off, as I saw it was true. We finally broke down and spoke to each other, though nothing about the past. I believe the only reason we finally started talking again was because he saw that in order to get to Kyan he would have to deal with me. I am with Kyan every Sunday at church, as I am/was her sponsor for her baptism. Then I started singing with Joe and Bob heard me. He was all excited again and praising me up one side and down the other. He has always loved my voice. Now I'm afraid this dream is a premonition of a future falling out between him and I. It's always been shaky, but I'm finally liking the way our relationship has finally gotten almost back to normal.
I was at St. Stephens, which is my home church. I'm standing up in the choir loft. Up in the top row which is the baritone row. It's a good step up and you can see pretty much everyone in the congregation from back there. My voice is straining because I'm yelling at someone. That someone turned out to be my "Uncle" Bob. Not only was I screaming at him, but he at me. The church was deserted and thank goodness because I wouldn't want anyone to witness him and I like that. I'm thinking it was before a Sunday service, but he and I were the only ones in the chapel. The organist hadn't even arrived there yet. I don't understand why he won't see my point of view. He's so stubborn and won't give in. I started breaking down and crying. Though my screaming didn't waiver.
I have known Bob my whole life. When Dale used to take me to Sunday school, he was always there showing us kids the stain glass windows and telling stories of the men who were painted in them. Ever since I could remember, I was his favorite. My family never attended church, so I think he became a sort of uncle then. He would always look out for me. As I got older, it became known that he wanted the best for me and to go to school after high school and the like. He even was my co-sponsor for my Confirmation. When I would come back from a break at college, he would always ask me my grades and be so proud of me. He would take me flying in his airplane and I would spend Sunday afternoons at his house and play with his kittens. Even one summer we spent an entire day at his lake swimming with the fishes.
When it was time for me to graduate from college, I told him of my plans of not going on to get a degree and try to work here in the city. I'm thinking that just crushed him. A bright, smart girl who threw away her whole college career to work in Erie...at a restaurant no less. We did have a falling out then, and we refused to talk to each other until he calmed down. Well that is about the time when I disappeared at church didn't attend for a whole 9 months. When I came back, he had someone else to occupy his time, Kyan, Dale's daughter. His wife put it bluntly, "You've been replaced." I laughed it off, as I saw it was true. We finally broke down and spoke to each other, though nothing about the past. I believe the only reason we finally started talking again was because he saw that in order to get to Kyan he would have to deal with me. I am with Kyan every Sunday at church, as I am/was her sponsor for her baptism. Then I started singing with Joe and Bob heard me. He was all excited again and praising me up one side and down the other. He has always loved my voice. Now I'm afraid this dream is a premonition of a future falling out between him and I. It's always been shaky, but I'm finally liking the way our relationship has finally gotten almost back to normal.