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January 16 | Seat of Honor
When Melissa and I were little, the family got a coupon or something for a free family portrait. We got all dressed up and trekked down there. I think I was six or seven, she three or four (before we both got glasses).
As the photographer arranged and rearranged us for a kids-only shot, I remember desperately wanting to sit on Rodney's lap. I ended up sitting on his left. In a chair, no less.
Guess who sat on his lap.
That’s right: Melissa.
I was so jealous and mad that she got to sit on his lap and I had to sit next to him.
That photograph still hangs on Mom and Dad's basement wall, and every time I see it, I think of how unjust it was that I had to give up that lap for her.
Looking through other family pictures prior to the funeral, I saw a nasty pattern unfolding.
Until she was about twelve, Melissa was perched on someone's lap. Rodney's, Dad's, Grandpa's - it didn't matter. She had the seat of honor, and I had bupkis.
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