joscelyne

Last night my family found out that my Uncle (and only Godparent I knew of personally) died a month and a half ago. No one contact his family.

I used to braid his hair, because I was the only grandchild on my dad's side of the family that knew how to braid tightly. He was the only one I didn't mind calling me by my childhood nickname. I hated when anyone else would.

He wasn't a perfect uncle. But he loved me more than my own father.

I'm shaken. Please forgive me if I'm not much for words.