You see it all began as, my friend, Brian, who I used to talk with for hours about endless subjects and would pass the hours bullshiting and smoking cigarettes...He had two Daughters, Chevie and Echo, and they were, at that time, completely foreign to me.See, I never much cared for kids, not having any of my own, and never even considered the events that were about to alter the course of my life...
Brian and I were talking one morning and he said that one of their "friends" had made a promise to the girls to take them to a swim park we have in town, but cancelled at the last moment. I could feel the utter
disappointment and heartbreak in those kids as if it were happening to me...I volunteered to take them myself..and even though they really didn't know me very well, they were both so excited and happy that it effected me almost like a drug...from that day forward I endeavored to make them feel like that every chance I got.
For the next 5-1/2 years we were fast friends and we always were going somewhere and doing something new and exciting and fun. I grew so attached to them and grew to love them with my very soul. They were so caring and nice and compassionate and showed me affection that almost made me feel like I was their Dad, I cannot remember one single memory of Echo from the time she was 5-1/2 till she was 9 that she wasn't clinging to me, hugging my neck, making me carry her, etc...And Chevie was such a sweet girl kind, generous and loving, that It was an honor to get to hold her hand when we went out places. I grew fiercely protective and would have gladly died if it would save them...
Every Saturday found them at my house, weather we were going to the fun city amusement, or Elitch Gardens, or dozens of other places we frequented, or simply hanging out at my place watching movies and eating good food.
Those times were my favorite, when we just stayed in, cause I got cuddle time and those were SO cool...Sitting on the couch watching a movie and all curled up with them, all snuggly and warm, it truly made me feel as though I mattered to someone. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED going to fun city cause we would play laser tag for hours! I would go home that night and instantly fall in bed from exhaustion. It was good times!
See, I always let them make their own choices and decide all the things that came up during our visits, including giving them 3 places we could go and let them decide, good or bad, they needed to learn how to make choices and live with the outcome.
Also, Early on I made them a promise that they could do, say or talk with me about any subject, no matter what, and I would never lie to them or get mad at them... If I was not comfortable talking to them about anything then I would tell them that, they never made me do that, not once.They could spill a drink and guess what? No anger, no gripeing, we'll clean it up and move on. They could have gotten away with anything, cause I would have let them, and they knew it, but never pushed it. I just felt it was better, and made them smarter and more confident, plus, they had enough structure and discipline in their own home as their Dad was really strict and would yell at them at the drop of a hat. "When you are with me", I told them, "this is your own private sanctuary, where you can goof off, raise cain or simply get answers to your questions from a person who swears to never lie to you".
Well last year it all came to an end when things started going bad for me, financially, no work for long periods led to very few outings and very little money to take them shopping.Well, as time went on they both became weary of just coming to my place to hang out, but I could do nothing about it, but of course children don't understand that stuff...they just think your doing it on purpose.
I simply couldn't take it any more, the bickering and arguing..so after awhile I simply had to tell them that it was their choice if they wanted to visit me than I was great with that, but we were not going to be able to go any place for awhile, or they could choose to do something else on Saturdays, at least till the money came back.
Well, needless to say, we grew apart and I made the decision to let them go.
It tore my heart out and caused me depression and sorrow like I have never felt before, but I knew I had to do what was right for me, and them. As time has past I still think about them every day and remember fondly the time I was blessed to have with them, I will love you always, my bff's Chevie & Echo.
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