to see him lying there

breathing through the oxygen mask..

with the life support machine next to him..

he looked so different than he used to..

he was my most good looking and charming uncle..

the one with a good career and cool cars..

the one i looked up to when i was a kid..

the one i'm proud to tell people 'this is my uncle'..

now there he is..

on the  hospital bed.. 

that image took away all the bad things he did or once said to me..

i realize no ones perfect..

i too have hurt one or two or even more souls in my lifetime..

there were the bad times but still..

he is my uncle..

who used to carry me around when i was a baby..

thought me a few things in life..

who used to be my idol.. my father figure..

he gave me knowledge and confidence...

he gave me love when i needed them most..

though time has passed and things have happened..

but it all doesn't matter anymore to me..

that is my uncle..

that is my uncle lying on the hospital bed.. 

and i love him so.. 

(please get well soon..)