A farewell

My uncle, the youngest brother of my dad, passed away yesterday very early in the morning, just at the time when you see that the sky starts to become less black and more blue. No, I wasn't there, we are too far apart. He was my favorite uncle and the reason to visit grandma when I was little. He was tall and skinny and he wore broad glasses. And he laughed a lot.

Have a great journey, dear Uncle!