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I just found out my uncle passed away yesterday. He died of emphysema, and I guess it's been a long time coming, but I wasn't ready for it yet. I didn't really know him too well, he'd lost contact with a lot of my family for a while. Then he got sick and we all visited more and he gave me this pen when i went away to college because that was all he had to give me and he really wanted to give me something. I was counting on more time to get to know him, he was getting better a few weeks ago. But things happen and lives go by all too fast. I don't know what to do. I guess there's not much I can do, but I want to. I want to go back over spring break and visit him like I promised myself i was going to but never did. I want to call him and just say hello. I picture it like the book "the five people you meet in heaven". i hope that's what he's doing right now, realizing how much his life was worth and meeting who he has touched deeply. I lost the pen last year. It fell out of my journal. I really wish I had it right now. It was blue.