in memory of...

I can't seem to articulate myself in front of a lot people. Actually, I'm not the best at expressing myself in writing. Still, it's a lot easier than trying to talk in front of a bunch of strangers. During my father's funeral services in November, I didn't have a chance to speak during the actual ceremony. Because of the strict policies of the catholic church in little ol' Port Orchard, only one person was allowed to say a eulogy. I'm glad my brother said it 'cause he needed to get out those feelings he was holding inside. It was an opportunity for him to say his peace with my dad. As for myself, I tried to say something during an "open mic" session at the reception - but I didn't do the thoughts in my mind and heart justice. The chance to say a little something was a bit unexpected. I don't work well under pressure.

So now, here we are, the night before my uncle's service. Within two months, two brothers lives on earth have come to an end. Very tragic for my family but it's just one of those things. Once upon a time, when I used to have "favorites", my Uncle Ponciano (pronounced pun-shawn-oh) was my favorite uncle. I rarely saw him 'cause he lived in Guam. But he took the time to visit my family when we were in Ft. Lewis in 1982. And, again, when we were staying in Colorado Springs back in 1987. Those visits weren't just about the gifts of cash (which I used to love). It was about him asking me all kinds of questions to quiz my intelligence. He taught me my state capitals and would ask me all kinds of math problems. Uncle "Chano" made learning fun. He was a teacher by profession and he enjoyed his job - evident in the way he interacted with me and all his other nephews and neices. In return, I enjoyed cooking breakfast for him, making him bundt cakes (yellow cake was my specialty), and playing tennis with him. He loved to tease others but was also able to take a little jabbing himself. And, boy, did me and my cousins make fun of him... but in the most respectful and loving way, of course! I'll always remember his kind spirit even though he did think I was a crackhead on ice when I visited Guam in 2000. But, hey, that was Uncle Ponciano! May he rest in peace... I'll remember him and my dad... always.