I guess I’m still in a state of shock, or perhaps denial, so I haven’t cried since receiving the phone-call. Not even booking the flights of my mom, aunts and uncles, packing their luggages as they mourn your death and the absence that burns in the hearts of losing a sibling. You were a fantastic uncle, always giving me treats and saying I could be absolutely anything I wanted to be. Well Tio, I want to believe that you’re at peace and feel no more pain, or regret, that you’re somehow comforting my mom and every brother and sister you left behind. I’m terrible at goodbyes.