In my Mama's loving Memory

My uncle (chacha) passed away last week on 22 February 2016 of a heart failure. I feel strongly that I need to honour my uncle, in my own words, before I can move on in this life. Here goes:

He is my dad's younger brother, in relation, he is my chacha. But since my dad has 4 sisters and their kids would call him mama while growing up, I was the only who had to call him Chacha. I stuck to calling him Mama Tey and no Chacha. Sometimes I wonder like all my life I grew up calling him Mama as everyone else did, never had a chance to rectify it, Now I will just stick to "Mama" forever.

From the time I was little, he was the one who took all of us out in his yellow color extended Benz. We would wait for weekend to come so that we were able to go sleep at his place and he would take us out to different place. Our memories with him were so strong. He brought us into the world of lights and sounds.

My uncle was a man of few words but I know he love everyone so much.

I hide my tear when I say your name, but the pain in my heart is still the same. Although I smile and seem care free, I miss you way too much. 

See you on the other side. I love you