I just shared my uncles condition for the first time in this platform yesterday and in just a couple of hours, his borrowed life met its expiration. Of course, it's tough and my whole family is heartbroken since we lost someone just a couple weeks before Christmas. However, as I've mentioned in my previous post, we have somehow prepared ourselves for the worst. We still hoped for him to live just a bit longer, but his time is up... and we can't do anything but to accept it.
Today, I painted something as a tribute for him.
I was reminiscing the memories I shared with my uncle whilt creating this piece. He's now going to meet my grandma, grandpa and aunt. Before I continue with the reminiscing part, I'm going to share some progress shots of this piece.
I used acrylic paint on canvas pad for this artwork. I just imagined him being in a happy place now. No more pain, no more sadness, no more cancer.
My uncle was the only male among my mama's siblings. He's a year younger than my mama, so they were very close. They used to go to school together and there was even a time when they were in the same class or batch because my mama had to stop for a year because of her health condition.
I was quite close with my uncle, alongside some of my cousins who used to live in grandma's house. Papa was usually away for work during my childhood days, so uncle used to help me with my projects. He was a good artist just like our grandpa. He loved playing basketball a lot, and he was quite good at it. He and one of his friends taught me how to play the sport, so I grew to love it... same goes for my cousins.
There was this one time when I was young... I went home crying because someone bullied me at school. The bully was a guy and he punched me, so of course, I cried and went home telling my mama about what happened. When uncle knew about it, he taught me how to protect myself. He and papa, taught me the right way to punch someone and where to punch... (lol... for self-defense, of course) The next day, I punched the bully and he never dared bully me again. haha
Uncle also lived with us for a while when I was in high school after the land incident that happened to our family back then. We lived in the countryside. There were times when my mama would discipline a typical and sometimes crazy teenager like me... sometimes, her words would hurt me, so my uncle would stop my mama and tell her off. It has become a joke between me and mama because when they were young, uncle would get in trouble because of mama... but uncle would get me out of trouble.
There were a lot of things I'm thankful to uncle for. That's the reason why when he needed help, I never hesitated to give him a hand. He has been a father figure to me especially in my younger years when my papa was always away for work. I'm forever grateful for everything he has given and taught me.
It hurts to let him go, but that's life. We always go back to what we were... it's just uncle's time came earlier. I'm grateful for the life he was able to borrow. It might have been short and bumpy, but there were a lot of happy times as well. I'm glad to be a part of it.
A few nights back, I dreamt of grandma... she was happy as she was smiling... I guess it was because she's about to meet my uncle again. She loved him and before she left, she told us to take care of uncle. They're both happy now... and someday, we'll be there where they are. <3
Thank you so much for checking out this post. Have a great day... make the most of your life, because you'll never know when it will last. <3