Uncle, I miss you. I always said “don't leave us” but you left suddenly.

I will not forget the love you have always shown me. During my childhood in Kaneshie, you always came with the Vespa to pick me to church. When I was heartbroken in Belgium, I cried unto you. I received a letter that you were in Rotterdam and mummy will join you soon. I met you in Rotterdam with my partner-- although you were in an important meeting with others, you took time for us and prayed for us. After we returned to Belgium, you and mummy came to visit us. Mummy prepared food for us and you prayed again for us. You wanted to cut my dreadlocks but I was shy, so when you left I cut it off. You directed me to join a church, continued supporting me with prayers and sending me books. I always called on you in times of difficulty for advice and prayer. There is so much I can say. I will miss you. Who will fill the gap?

Uncle, May You Rest In Peace!