The past is remembered. Live in the present. The future is in you.
-Mike Caceres, who is a blogger, hiker, and traveler
Pictures taken from Virginia back in 1992. My family did not take much pictures. This is all I can find of you in the photo albums. Sorry, Uncle.
1st picture is Grandpa Sator (My dad's uncle from his mom's side), me, my sister, and Uncle Romelo.
2nd picture is Grandpa Sator, my dad, me, and Uncle Romelo.
For readers, Uncle Romelo is my dad's youngest brother.
Dear Uncle Romelo,
Last night, I was about to sleep, until I heard breaking news about an active gun shooter open firing his fully-automatic rifle at a music festival in Las Vegas. (At that time, the news reported 2 people dead, and about 200 injured.)
This morning, I woke up at 9:15. Then, I see a missed phone call from one of my good friends. (He called me at 8:45am.)
He brought up the gunshooting incident in Vegas.
Why did your good friend call you about it?
14 years went by fast. I miss you (and I will always be)!
16 years later, we remember 9/11/2001.
Terrorists attacked America. Many people died. (Long story, short. Google the rest of the 9/11 story. Sorry, I did not mean to quickly cut it off.)
Where were you when it happened on Tuesday, September 11, 2001?
I believe everybody is at least scared of something.
What is mine?
Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)
Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")
What is my imagination of dying alone?
14 years ago, my sister passed away on a Saturday night.
My family from San Diego visited us on that weekend. I will not be too specific on how my sister died. (It is very hurtful.) Again, she died tragically (and unexpectedly). I did not witness her death at all. It always makes me wonder what if I was with her.
Where were you at the time?
Sounds depressing but it is true.
Why I am writing about this? Many famous known celebrities have died this year.
For a very long time, we have watched the most famous iconic people successfully act, perform, and entertain for us. It is goodbye. Most importantly, they will be remembered. Thank you all for everything.
From the words of NBA sideline reporter/broadcaster, Craig Sager. (I agree with his quote.) At 65 years old, he died today from acute myeloid leukemia. (He ignored cancer treatment.) Importantly, he chose to live and die naturally.
Why am I writing about him?
As I sit here on a very hot day in front of my sister's grave, I reminisce the moments I had with her.
Surprisingly, as of now, I survived the last 13 years without her. She died only at 18 years old from a vast, devastating loss. (I was only 15 at the time. A few days later, I had to overcome my final exams.) I did not even witness her death. Importantly, she had a future ahead of her. (I should have been the one to die.) Now, my kids will never ever meet their Auntie Marrianne.
What date was it?
Not exactly sure.
As you can see from the photo above, it was taken some time between 1994-1995. I was in the 2nd grade attending W. C. Andrews Elementary School at Portland, Texas. I was the shortest kid in my class, and for every class I attended throughout the end of college.
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