For my Uncle. and my memories

I wanted to write a story for my uncle, even if I am not a good writer, at least I wanted to write a passible story for him, but could not put two words together for quite a while, until all of a sudden, on early morning of Dec. 18, 2011 (Phils. time) words were forming in my head, and I opened my laptop and kept on typing.  

A few minutes, after I finished composing the last poem,  about 5 AM, my auntie called us, to inform us that my uncle passed away.

He may never read this, but I feel, my uncle waited for it.  And, he knows my heart.

Much love, uncle. May you sleep in eternal peace in the arms of our Maker.