This is a picture of my uncle and I after my high school graduation nearly 4 years. He was always cheerful whenever he was around. His sense of humor always got to me and my brother. He’s helped me a countless amount of times ever since I was born. He looked after me and my brother when we were little kids, while my parents were out of town. He always be the first to call when one of our house cars needed a repair, including my recent accident. I could never thank him enough of all the times he fixed my watch and buffed it. He loved me and my brother as if we were his own kids. As I look back upon all the memories I’ve had with him, I’m very upset to know that there won’t be any more memories. Coming along his bedside, and listening to the devastating news that was brought to me, I couldn’t help but break down. Never have I ever been in this position at a bedside right next to my parents. At this moment, I feel lost and deserted. The people that I trust whom I can go to aren’t available. I honestly don’t know what to do but to look back and reminisce all the memories that I had with my uncle.
