My uncle and I had great memorys, but the truth is, I can't remember them all, but I still know we had them. When my mother broke the painful news, something inside me changed. What changed, was my point of view of the human life. Before the incident, I thought we lived forever.but know , I realize that we all have a story. And our story's must end someplace. All my years of lazy doing, and just sitting around, were a waste. So now I'm gonna live like every days my last. My uncle still wanders my mind everyday, and I wish he was back, but its time to move on for me. That's what he would want from us. To continue our lives happy, knowing he is within our hearts.