After dinner we went to my Uncle Scott's house. People were there, family and friends. Everyone knew the end was near. My sister and I went into his bedroom alone. He was sleeping, likely from the Morphine. We gently woke him up and told him we were there, he mumbled, "Oh, I get a little piece of Kelly and Megan", he mumbled a few more things we couldn't understand, then fell back to sleep.
After my sister left I went back in. I held his hand and said, "I love you" and he replied, "I love you too", then again fell back to sleep. That was the last time I saw him and will ever see him again. Sunday morning, around 8am, my uncle passed away.
His soul will shine forever in our hearts.