My uncle Tata died last week at the age of 40. When I went to his wake I hugged his brother (who's closer to me than him) and we held hands. I'm not good at saying comforting words. I could only comfort through hugs. I looked at my uncle in the coffin from time to time. I wasn't afraid cus uncle Tata was still handsome. My other uncle, Uncle Yanyan and I never talked about my deceased uncle, his brother. I know it's painful to him. I witnessed how he and his father cried at the funeral. I cried as well without showing it to them. I stayed there for three days.
When it was time for me to return to my place (we're kinda far from each other. I need to ride a ship for an hour and a half), I felt soo down. I don't want to leave my uncle. I wanna hug him all the time to make him feel better. We hugged in the cemetery and got looks from his other relatives. There was this woman who said how close we are. I only get to see uncle once a year or never. We seldom talk on Facebook. I didn't have his phone number until last week. We get even more closer because of his brother. Would it take someone's death to get close to someone, show how we love them and figure out how important they are to us? Uncle Yanyan wrapped his arm on my shoulder while we were talking. I hugged him tightly before leaving him. I miss him and uncle Tata now.
Yuchae Moon
May 21, 2017
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Unheard Voice and Unexpressed Feelings [2016-2018]
Random[2016-2018] This book consists of my nonsense ramblings, thoughts, experiences, observations, and vents. You'll get to know me through these short writings. So, before you make your judgment, try to read me first! :D Thank you! I decided to write w...