Timmy sighed, turning to face me. “When I was 23, your dad and I had a disagreement.”
He was silent for a moment, still thinking. “You were just a baby- actually a month old at the time- and I was forbidden to meet you. So I left.”
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Timmy was silent for a moment.
“But there’s more. A month before the death, your father rode down in a buggy to visit me. He was still quite ill, but also stubborn, and had convinced Sarah to bring him here. So he and I had a long talk, finally asking for forgiveness. We knew that we were both wrong, and had to put the past behind us.”
I shook my head. “I still can’t believe this- you being my uncle and all that. It’s- so surprising!”
Timmy managed a smile, than went on.
“He also had a request: when he died, he wanted me to take care of you. Sarah told me his last words, his death wish, was to ‘remember Daisy and Timothy.'”
Silently, I slipped my hand into his. “I’m so glad to have an uncle like you,” I whispered. “And I’m sorry. For everything.”
Timmy pulled back on the reigns, and stopped to face me.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he whispered, “No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not confessing to your dad sooner, for not visiting you. And I’m sorry for not telling you about this sooner. It’s all my fault.”
“It’s okay. Really.” I said. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? Put the past behind you, and think of this as a new beginning. A chance to change and start fresh, just like you did with Dad. Okay?”
Wiping fresh tears from his eyes, Timmy nodded. He was smiling now, a grin so full of happiness and relief that it spread across almost his entire face.
“Daisy?” he asked.
“You’re just like your dad.”
To be continued…