Today is about a difficult time in my life. This is morbid, I guess, but it was summer 2009 when I was in Kenya. I had gone with my sister for my cousin's wedding and we also wanted to really experience a safari, etc. Well, the second or third night there, my cousin (related to the other one, but different home etc) rushes to our room to inform us that my uncle (mom's brother) had just passed away. I was in shock. My mom's sister had passed away a year prior, but I was in the US at the time. I've never been really close to a death and I was pretty close to my uncle - well as close as you can be thousands of miles away. He was always one of my favorites, cracking jokes, giving us things all the time, a genuine guy. And then he was just...gone. The next day I saw his body. I had never been so close to his body before. I broke down in tears. I actually went to say bye and kissed his forehead and it was so cold and I just...I couldn't handle it. I don't think I've cried that much ever. So for three days the house was filled with people, prayer, food, and tears.
But yeah, that was a very difficult moment. Our other uncle did the best he could to make the trip fun, and it worked, but it was quite hard.
ON A HAPPY NOTE, I ship it: