My uncle died in 2012 and time has passed, but his death is still something that hurts me deeply. He was the only extended family member I was close with and the only one willing to be a part of our family (our grandparents and other relatives don't talk to us). It happened so quickly. He had a persistent cough that ended up being stage 4 lung cancer and in 4 months he was gone. Lately I have been missing him so badly it brings tears to my eyes. He was someone I could always go to who would make me laugh and he always knew what to say. I know if he could he would have given the world to me. He was one of the best people I have ever known and I feel that it is a cruel twist of fate that he was taken away from us. I went through depression for about a year after he died (along with all of my other issues that were resurfacing at the time). I think because right now I am at such a low point and am so depressed that I wish so desperately to speak to him. I would give anything I have right now just to spend 5 minutes with him again. Sometimes it feels like his memory and me wanting to make him proud that is keeping me alive even though all I want to do is be with him wherever he is in the afterlife.