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There are people who stay in this world till they are old aged and there are also some people who would die at a very young age. There are comings and goings that you would not even expect to happen. The worst is that there are people who died suddenly and leave this world without having to say goodbye. It was four years ago when my uncle died from a heart attack, and it was one of the saddest thing that ever happened in my life.

My uncle was neither an artist nor a superhero, but he was one of the few people in this world who protected and supported me when he was alive. He was very supportive despite of the fact that I gave up so easily in such simple things like doing my homework, class work, projects and extracurricular activities. When it comes to school, he was very strict and he would ask me too many questions. He would usually ask, “What did you guys do and learned today?” Furthermore, when I respond that I did nothing and did not learn anything in class, he would actually be the one to lecture me instead of my teacher. He was even stricter than my parents, but that was what I love about him. In other words, he was one of the reasons why I am working very hard in school. He once said, “Try and try until you succeed, try to believe in yourself, and you will be sure successful someday”, which made me realize that maybe he was right.

It was November 28, 2006 when my uncle died. I was in a school field trip back then, and did not hear the news till I got home. It was silent in our house and my parents would not even talk. I was hoping that they would be happy to see me from my field trip, but instead they were sad. Furthermore, I thought I did something wrong, but my dad told me that my uncle just died when I was on my field trip. It was shocking and I could not believe of what just my father told me and I felt like my heart would have stop on beating just for a moment. It was hard for me to breath, because I was crying so hard that my parents would have come and calm me down. My mind was on blank and thought of the things that I had done with my uncle and it was making me harder to believe that he passed away.

The sad part was that I treated him as my second father, who loved me for who I really am and I did not even get to say I love him very much when he died. When I was in his funeral, I could not stop crying and could not sleep. I felt so bothered, because I will never see and talk to him again and I would miss him so much. He was the greatest uncle that I have ever had and if there will be an opportunity that he would come back to life; I want him to be my uncle again.

Every year, I celebrate his birthday and death anniversary and most of the time think of the things that we had spent with each other. Furthermore, I am always thinking of the good things that he has done in my life. As time passes, I began to accept the loss of my uncle and the pain of that loss becomes easier to bear.