My uncle (known always to me as "Teddy", a name I believe he didn't much care for as an adult) was only 12 years older than I.
He seemed more like an older brother than an uncle, and one who was sometimes annoyed by my being often underfoot as a toddler.
His hobby of building radio controlled model airplanes inspired me to adopt electronics as my hobby and eventually my life's work.
I regret that we didn't spend any time together once we grew up. And I must apologize for not having gone to the visitation. But I haven't been to a funeral since my Grandmother, his Mother, passed away (forty-four years ago). I haven't been terribly close to anyone since her loss.
But I was very proud of my uncle, and I mourn his passing.
As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.