Time to break out the black.

Another family member passed away a few days ago. An uncle of mine, I didn't know him hardly at all, wasn't very close to him, but still, It's one less person to see at family gatherings.
It's a bummer, first my Tata and now my Tata's brother, I can't imagine how my (great) Nana feels.
She's lost two sons in the same year.

Death is a curious thing, first death happens, then people remember you. I want people to remember me NOW. I want people to think about me, tell stories about me, say how much they love me and miss me. Once I'm gone, that's it, I want to be appreciated now, not after it's too late.

"If I were to die today, would there be anything you wish you had told me?"
- unknown.

Not sure where that quote came from, but I think about it often, I think about different people in my life.
What would I regret not telling them?
What might they regret not telling me?

Regrets are horrible things to live with, but I think everyone will always have their regrets, and sadly, everyone will be haunted by them.

- Share the stories you would share if I were gone.
(share them with me too, i like hearing about myself)

- Ernie