Life and Death

I received a call this morning from my Mom. I knew what the call was about once I saw that it was her calling. My uncle finally lost his battle with cancer. After going in and out of remission, the cancer spread through his body and finally took its toll.
I got to speak to my uncle about a month ago on the phone, I kind of thought that it would be the last time I would get to talk to him. He kept on giving me advice and lecturing me on different things. Till the end he was still looking out for me.
When I was a little kid he use to reward me every Sunday for going to church. I would get a pack of baseball cards and a slurpee from 7-11. We would go over to his house and I would make him watch "Spaceballs" over and over again, but he would sit there with me every time. We use to go on hikes together and he would always have his whistles and hand them out in case someone got lost. He LOVED nature and being outside. He loved baseball. Maybe thats where I get my passion for the Red Sox. I remember watching the Kirk Gibson homerun with him in 88. Life was so simple then. Everyone in my family loved everyone and there was no complications.
As I grew up more and started putting things together, I realized that my uncle was at the center of lots of drama on my mothers side of the family. I have been pretty upset with him and placed a lot of blame on him for not being able to get together for holidays, and coming in between siblings, but I realize now that he was just a human and he made some mistakes.

I forgive you Sam-chun and I love you. Thanks for loving me and caring for me.