Today my uncle, my dad’s youngest brother, passed away. May Allah place his soul in heaven. He has been a great inspiration of my life and I can’t believe that I won’t see him again. When I left Bangladesh to move to Canada, I knew I might not get another chance to see some of the loved ones in the family and at that point I didn’t know how painful that can be. I lost my aunt (dad’s eldest sister), my dad, and today my uncle. I wish I could be there with his family at this time. He was always there for me, for my family, for my dad.
Last night I was cleaning my room and found a wrist watch that he gave me before I left Bangladesh in 2006. I guess that’s him saying goodbye. I will miss you chacha.