When I was about five and in nursery school my uncle would visit us about once a week. My Mom is a massage therapist so he would come over and I would be there. I would massage his hands with my little ones and my Mom would work on his back. He had a heart condition. He would have died as a baby if he hadn’t taken a medication that was experimental. He lived for many years but then he died. At the time I didn’t know. I was only a child. When my parents came home one day and told us (me and my younger brother) that he was gone it was like the end of the world. He was almost like a second father to me. I didn’t forgive my parents for a month for not letting me go and say goodbye. He was a sailor, we all are, and so we got him cremated and put him where he would be sprinkled in the bay. Since that day I’ve wanted to be cremated like him and put in the bay to be with him. Years after that to mourn I would look at the sky to see him and one day I did.
