To My Uncle...

I found out my Uncle died. Now, I didn't know the man very well. Strange, I could hardly remember his face. But I do remember his booming voice that came through the phone whenever he called and it was often, for he and my father were close.

I don't like that I can't be there in person for my family during this difficult time. But, I dedicate this post to my Uncle Rushnel. May your soul rest in peace, dear Uncle. Although we didn't see much of each other in person, I will always remember your voice and the joy I felt when I heard you say hello or when you inquired about my life at school and growing up.

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Family is everything. I am because of them.