January 2008 was the month I sang “God bless the USA” on a karaoke machine with 17 other people. 9 family members, and 8 friends who were our adopted cousins, and aunt and uncle… they were the closest friends I’ve ever called family to this day.
The night we sang that song sticks in my memory more than any other night. Why? Because that was the last night we were all together, I didn’t know it at the time. But my uncle was going to be taken from this world shortly , I left there and he gave me and my two cousins this big hug which we called “the big bear hug” and I left thinking oh I’ll be back again in a couple days and see all of them…
the next day was a normal day, until the phone rang. From that second on, everything was like a slow motion movie…everyone was in shock, everyone was moving so fast, running around getting Things together, talking frantically. I didn’t know what was going on, what had happened and why was my brother so shaken over something. Everything to me was a blurry slow motion picture. A couple of my family members left, but I was left at home with the other siblings. I still didn’t grasp what was happening. My memory fogs up here and I don’t remember if it was the next day or the day after.. but everything still wasn’t making sense to me. My brother packed us all up in the car, and we drove down to the valley.. As we are driving into the parking lot of the hospital.. my brother gets a phone call, I was a little peeved because my favorite song at the time was playing. It was bubbly by Colbie Cailat, ( I still didn’t realize what was going on) My brother gets off the phone turns off the radio, and then says Uncle Eric is dead. As I write this, I can still feel the way I felt when I heard those four words, we walked up to the hospital waiting room where everyone was, and I still remember thinking where are my cousins? Are they dead too? Right then, a door opened.. and my cousin who was my age, came out and he was crying. that was the moment it hit me, the moment I knew….
He had just lost a daddy, and I would never see Uncle Eric again. He was a very special and loved man, and I miss him still. He showed the church members the Love of God, he showed a little 7 year old girl that she was someone in this world. One person CAN change so many people and effect them when he’s gone, it just takes the right person.
Its 2:19 am on January 28th now, and it’s been 10 years since his passing. I’m sorry if this post bored you……but he meant so much to so many people, and sometimes writing my feelings down is the only way I can get them out.
I can’t wait to see him in Heaven someday!