I found out tonight that my closest uncle in Bandung had passed away. To share with u how much he meant to me, I wont tell u how he died. I will tell u how he lived.

He was the youngest of four brothers. The baby in his family.

From birth, his life was far from normal. He was blessed. He had a gift, and with it he chose to help others, protect those who mean no harm.

He wasnt as successful as any of his brothers. Taking 5 years to graduate from a local university in Bandung. But never once was he envious of the extravagant lives his brothers led. Never once did he regret the path he chose. Never once had he strayed from the straight and narrow.

Even with the inadequacies in his life, he was a great role model to his nephews and nieces. Offering sound advice and a listening ear. He was respected and well loved by us and his presence was... A cool summer breeze. He had a charisma that brought calm and laughter. Mature beyond his years with a sense of humor. Truly a peaceful man. At peace with himself and those around him. The model big brother most of us can only dream of.

My fondest memory of him was when we used to gather around him at night and he'd recount to us tales of his exploits in youth and recent years as well as those of our forefathers and ancestors which he was particularly well versed. Through him, we knew where we came from and where we belonged. Gave us a perspective of where we should go, to keep reaching for that brighter future. Taught us many lessons on our history, bloodline and the virtues we may draw from them. Cultivated a passion for our heritage, our identities. We used to watch him with a curious light in our eyes. Always wanted to learn more. He would have made a great teacher. He was a great mentor to us.

He was a great husband too. Remaining faithful to his love through a long courtship and engagement. Never succumbing to temptations that arise. Always keeping Tante Nia's interest at heart and worked hard to gain the approval of his in laws. Alas... they only remained happily married for 4 months before he passed on. Too soon. He deserved more... much more.

I shed tears tonight when i learned that he had gone after a silent struggle against lupus... He was only 27. With so much ahead of him.

But so fate has willed... We are only leaves blowing in the wind. Its heartbreaking. We mourn. But we must go on. He lives forever in our hearts.

He will be missed. God bless his soul. My uncle, my mentor, my friend, dearest ujang hansip, Mang Vicky. U were loved and u forever will be loved...



"God may give... But he may also take at any time. Cherish those around u.... "