The Last Thread of the Sartorialist

The day that everyone knew was coming and prepared for, my uncle passing away.


And he did, finally.

I was watching DVD's when my sister texted me that my Uncle passed away just minutes before she sent me the message. I wasn't shocked and sad. Everyone had expected it and wanted him to rest already, really, we didn't want him to suffer the disease any longer.


I ate dinner then got dressed and rushed to the hospital. Though I was expecting people breaking down on the floor and all that teleserye exaggerations, I was greeted with "moved on" faces. Though I suspect there's going to be a lot of crying during the burial.


I saw him on his deathbed and it felt a little weird being so close to a dead person as I haven't been before, but it was my uncle so it didn't really horrify me that much. He was then transferred to Greenhills memorial park and then it felt official, he was gone.


Seeing him in the coffin gave me jitters but it was saddening, especially for his wife, my aunt, who is now a widow and will forever miss her husband. Its painful, the death of a loved one, but people come and go and then we move on. Not from the pain and memories but moving on through a challenge in life, the dark side of it.


Uncle Undoy, you have always been so good to me and my siblings and of course to your sister, my mother, and to her husband, my father, you will be missed. Badly. Thank you for your humor and hospitality and I'm sure everyone is gonna say great things about you not just because your gone but you really were when you were still with us and we're sorry if in any way we ever hurt you.


Goodbye.


P.S. Say Hi to God for me, please?