Mar 06, 2008 02:20
Alphard Black passed away this week. My Uncle Alphard was the most supportive adult in my childhood. He was just a rogue uncle, his power never enough to trump my parents' or anything, but he had enough of an edge that he could help out when things had become intolerable for Sirius or me. And mostly, he just cared, which was all I ever really needed, anyway.
Not to mention he helped me out immensely on several occasions. He would lie to my parents for me-- as immoral as that sounds, it was all for the right reasons and completely necessary. (Now I regret not spending just a little more time with him, himself, not merely telling my parents that I was with him). So Ted feels indebted to him, too; he wanted to go to the funeral. We were a little worried about taking Dora along to the ceremony, but as the girl pretty much disguises herself, with a little assistance from a silencing charm (I feel bad, but she is quite the gabby toddler, and we were in quite dangerous company-- I made sure to hold her hand the entire time, so nothing could happen) we discreetly watched from the back. Rather pathetic, considering that I don't know how truly reverent most of the company was.
He will be missed, at least by those who loved and understood him.