Goodbye..

I seldom saw you, maybe twice, or at best, three times a year. And even when I visited, it would be for a much shorter time than what I now feel would have been appropriate. I had known you for so long, but I knew so little of you.


Now I can't see you anymore. All I have are memories and photographs.
Goodbye dear uncle. I knew you so little, but I still love you a lot. I'll see you again someday.