“You Promised Me, Uncle Tim”
Promises can be powerful. They might seem small when we make them, but they can stick with someone forever—especially when that someone is a scared little girl who’s just lost everything. I made one of those promises to my niece, Megan.
She was only ten years old when her parents—my younger sister and her husband—died in a terrible car accident. One minute she had a family, the next she had no one. Just like that, her world shattered.
She was heartbroken. Scared. Quiet.
The kind of quiet that makes your heart hurt. I didn’t have kids of my own, but I knew I had to step up. I became one of her guardians, along with her grandparents.
We shared responsibilities, but I tried my best to be like a father to her. I didn’t just want to help her survive the loss—I wanted her to feel safe again. Loved.
One evening, not long after the funeral, she sat on the floor beside me while I folded laundry. She looked up and asked softly, “Uncle Tim, when I get married, who’s gonna take me dress shopping?”
Her voice trembled. My heart broke all over again.
I smiled and ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry about that, kiddo. I’ll make sure you have a beautiful dress when the time comes.”
She gave a tiny smile and leaned against me.
That moment felt important. Like something I needed to hold onto—for both of us. Years passed.
Megan grew up quickly—maybe too quickly. Losing your parents changes you. She became more independent, tougher, and sometimes… distant.
But she was smart, strong, and determined. We got her through school, and she graduated with honors. Everything changed when she met Tyler in college.
At first, they seemed like a sweet couple. But then Megan got pregnant, dropped out of school, and started raising their baby while Tyler bounced from job to job. Before long, they had three kids.
They weren’t married. It didn’t seem like a priority to them, and I didn’t press. Everyone lives their life differently, right?
I still tried to be there for her whenever she needed anything. Then one day, they came over. Megan was glowing with excitement.
“Uncle Tim,” she said, sliding into a chair at my kitchen table. “We’ve decided to finally get married.”
I blinked in surprise. “That’s great!
What kind of wedding are you thinking about? Courthouse? Small family gathering?”
She shook her head, grinning.
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