Once in a blue moon, we would hear mentions from mum about his womanising ways.. Honestly, not a great way to remember an uncle by. Unfortunately, it has become the only memory worth remembering.
Just a few days ago, he lost the battle with cancer and left the world to join grams. I attended his wake on the last day, and that was pretty much it. No flashbacks, no feelings, nothing. Even his own siblings had their reservations.
Well, I saw a glimpse of how it would be like on my deathbed/funeral if I were to stubbornly deny my future niece/nephew into my life, and one thing for certain, I don't like it. x.X