On an early Wednesday morning after his death, Uncle Richard made me crying while in bed few hours before I received news about Richard’s death in an e-mail from one of my Dad’s relatives. I can’t sleep thru the night. An itch bothered me all night. I figured something tells me. I knew he’s going to die. I was depressed little bit. I asked Uncle Richard to tell Uncle Joe and Uncle Bob I said “Hello” for me. I was trying to control and stop crying all day until I ate an ice cream cone that afternoon. It works for me. It did stop me from crying. Thank God. I felt better afterwards. I am about getting over the death of my uncle.
I can feel the presence of Uncle Richard few times since he died. On Friday morning, July 18th, I was still in bed, not really awake. I felt 3 long puffs of cool air on my right cheek. I was thinking about Uncle Richard again. He made me smiling. And on Saturday afternoon, while napping, I felt someone sitting on the bed beside my feet. It could be the spirit of Uncle Richard.
I can image Uncle Richard walks on the beach in his Boy Scout uniform as a young boy and dips one of his toes into the shore of Daytona Beach
Goodbye, Uncle Richard. I miss you very much. I love you very much.
R. I. P.
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