We called them Aunt and Uncle, because the English language lacks a special honorific for children to use when addressing their godparents. Today I say another goodbye to my godfather, Uncle Mike.
My godfather was a childhood friend of Mom's, who was married to her Business Partner and Best Friend Forever, and was also a loyal friend and stand-up guy of Pop's. He was the first to run out and get a sack of burgers and a suitcase for unexpected company, he was the first to roar with laughter even if your joke sorta failed, his laugh made it funny. He was the last to take offense on a personal level, the first to stand up for those he loved. My mom had a lot of friends with the same first name, and they all had acquired distinguishing add-ons (as opposed to family nicknames). So there was Red Annie, Annie Mac, Annie-O, Long Annie, Teeny Annie... and my "Aunt Annie-B" and even though the B designated a maiden name that vanished 50 years ago, my godfather never took offense. He shrugged off the small stuff. When people speak of "extended families," the two of them and their warm and welcoming home were our extension.
Today there will be a memorial and a scattering of ashes. His "real" kids decided on the cremation and the scattering. Had I been asked, I would have suggested a medium-sized mausoleum with wet bar and two exits. Well, my real choice would have been to have been able to hang on to Uncle Mike.
I would like to do him honor by showing up perfectly groomed, beautifully attired, sparkling with gems whose history may be known to him, and with good posture. Instead he's just getting me. Well, he never complained about that. And besides, as usual, I can't find a thing to wear.