Wedding
So this weekend, I went home (which is only like 20 miles) because my uncle, Chip was getting married. I am truely happy for him and I am so grateful that he found Missy and they have pulled through all their trials and tribulations, but it was still a little weird. Two years ago on Friday October 5, my uncle's wife Samantha, and his two children, Caitlyn, 6 and Carter,2 past away in a house fire in the early morning hours. This was extremely difficult for the entire family. I am very emotional and I was very very close with Sam and the kids and I didn't think I could ever recover and when Chip began seeing Missy I was very skeptical. It took me a long long time is understand their relationship and get it through my head that this was good thing. The more and more I got to know Missy, the more I was okay with it, or so I thought. About three weeks ago, I misplaced a necklace that was Caitlyn's and was very depressed for a week until I found it. For some reason that sparked skepticism in me again and I grew very uncomfortable with the wedding, and I was supposed to take pictures for them. Anyway, we found the necklace and I was forced to talk to Chip and Missy about it by Chip and they told me that if I didn't want to go the wedding I didn't have to. That made me feel even worse because this wasn't a day about me, it was about them and sharing their happiness. Well, my soon to be sister-in-law found the necklace at her house and I was instantly relieved. I and everyone around me knew that even it was the most uncomfortable thing for me, I was going to go to that wedding. I went and everything was good, hanging out with Missy and the bridesmaids, taking pictures and goofing around. That was until the reception when I was just sitting listening to really slow music, which always calms me and that allows me to think more. It seemed that with every word of a song I wanted to cry because I was thinking about Sam and the kids. Chip can read me like a book, well pretty much anybody can, but he is especially good at it. Anyway, so he asked me to dance and he asked what was wrong. Instantly I said nothing, but he knew that I was lying because I am a terrible terrible liar. He knew what it was about and he told me that he knew that Sam was okay with what he was doing and that he was back to being my Uncle Chip, whom we thought we lost there for a while. That made me feel better and then two of my best friends came to the reception and I was feeling a lot better and was able to enjoy the night. I feel better now that I have all of that out, so thank you internet world and Bless Chip and Missy and I hope they have a long and happy life together.