Last night, my mother's uncle, and first school teacher of my elder family members', has died of stomach cancer at 0200AM.

I had a vision of the death of my grandmother (his younger sister) in my dream, but I was wrong. The otherwise would also be sad anyway.

He was one of the most happy people I have ever known, wise as well. I had no particular memento with him but I loved him. I remember his clever ideas and dexterity. He grown up a painter, his son. He built a nice family. Even my own family. Momma keeps tellin' his stories even now.

But I am happy that his suffering ended. I heard that he had strong traumas subject to his sickness.

Rest in peace. May the God takes you in the Kingdom of Heaven.