My godfather, Larry, is a priest! Him and my dad had been friends since middle school. Iâve always loved him so much. When heâd drive in and visit with my dad, the two of them smoking, but them not wanting me to know lol
I would always jump into his arms when Iâd see him. It was instinct.Â
Though, one day, me and my family went to a farmers market and I saw him there, taking to a couple of people. Of course, out of instinct, I ran to him and jumped onto him.Â
âFather Larry!â I exclaimed in joy, however, instead of scooping me up and saying âHeya pumpkin!â like he usually did, he awkwardly shoved me off. He looked at the people he was talking to and says, âSheâs my goddaughter.â
That.. made me really sad. The fact that he seemed almost embarrassed and not happy to see me.
Looking back on it, with the context that I have now, this was around the time with the scandal with the priests being weird with kids. Of course, Father Larry is not like that, but, ya, it definitely wasnât a good time for him to have me running into his arms. But, of course, back then, I didnât know that. To me, I thought I had done something wrong. That he was mad at me. And that stuck with me for years.
It makes me sad now, but not for the same reasons it did back then. It makes me sad that he felt like he needed to push me away. Maybe not even âfelt likeâ, but needed to push me away.Â