I'll be going to my uncle's grave later. I don't know why, but it brings back too many memories. Just like they say, you never really know how much someone means to you until they're gone. I never got to tell him how important he was to me, but its too late for regrets. But I hope he knows, that he is dearly missed. At least i got to see him before he went. Now, exactly a year later, it seems that the wound from his loss is yet to heal. I still miss him, well, who would forget someone you spent a lot of your childhood with? He taught me to write, read, and even speak properly. I practically lived with him since i was 1yearold, all the times i spent in his cabin while i was on ship.. Well, it stills tears me apart. I just hope he is in a better place now, and may god bless him forever and ever.
A Beautiful Disaster at Sunday, September 03, 2006