My uncle passed away the first week of February. He was one of the most giving and selfless souls I have ever known.
He never had the ambitions of my father, or the willingness to take risks like his sister, but he took great pleasure in the company of his friends and searching for small treasures in odd places. He always lived within his means and seemed content to do so, never asked for much and gave much more in return.
This is not so much a story about his life — I am sure all of us have had friends or relatives who have positively influenced our lives. It is more a story of his death and the frustrations of a man who asked for little more than the ability to govern the manner of his exit from this life and his inability to get what he desperately needed.