Last night I stopped to see my brother Aaron. My husband Teddy and teenage daughter Clara were at the second game of the Sacramento Kings, in the new Golden 1 Arena. Exciting stuff.
My brother was also along without wife or kids last night too.
On the coffee table in Aaron’s living room was a large vase of orange marigolds.
“Día de Muertos,” he said. Day of the Dead.
He always goes out into the community to view the ofrendas (alters) families set up to remember the dead. An ofrenda might be a simple photograph with flowers and fruit, or it could be an elaborate space with items belonging to the dead, many photographs, and a mulitdude of objects that help us remember those who are gone.
Being the middle of five children, Aaron has always been the most level headed, and least emotional of my siblings.
“Any plans for Halloween?” I had to ask. We are Vampires after all.
“Not really. Just the usual pumpkin carving, and waiting for kids to show up. I was thinking about dressing the dogs up.” His voice sort of tailed off as his usual control gave into a sigh.
“What is wrong Aaron?”
He looked at me with sad eyes. “Logan asked if I thought there would ever be a cure for us.” Logan is my 26 year old nephew, Aaron’s eldest child.
“A cure to being a Vampire? Like changing us into regular humans?”
“Yes. He said he is tried of being a freak. I raised him to know better. There is nothing wrong with him, with us, with being a Vampire.”
“Do you think this might just be a Halloween thing? Halloween is a depressing time for many Vampires.”
My brother gave me another sad look. “I told him that his mom and I love him unconditionally.”
We talked more into the night about our kids, and our lives that were so different than those of most of our neighbors and friends. I thought of my own twenty year old son who fears the time when his friends grow old.
Then my brother looked at me and asked, “If there was a cure, not that anything is wrong with us, would you do it?”
“No, absolutely not,” I said.
I’d questioned my existence for about three seconds a hundred and thirty years ago, but that was it.
“Would you take it Aaron?”
“Of course not.”
We checked the score of the game. The Kings had won. We high fived each other. Then we went out to get a bite to eat.
As a parents we have to deal with difficult questions, as our children grow and question who they are. All we can do is listen, and share what is in our hearts.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman