Everyday somebody leaves this life behind and relatives remain. Tonight I'm writing to stand beside my cousin and my father, who lost a father and brother, thousands of miles away from me, going through such dark hours without me.
My uncle didn't have an easy life. Silently lived through constant pressure, and always kept his pain hidden from everybody. It is sad that only after his death some of us can see why...why his hair turned gray so quickly, why he smoked so much.
It's a shame, that the living only starts to notice what is really important only when it's too late. When the chance of forgiving somebody or asking for forgiveness is gone..forever.
Wish I had more than words..
Wish I was there for all of you...when it matters.
God Rest your soul uncle.
