Dear Uncle Rui,
You do not know how I wish you were here with me.
I miss many things that I did with you, like our jokes, our laughter when you told or made something funny, when you called me “Kukinha,” and also when you said that I’m turning more black because of the sun.
My best memory of you was when we were cleaning the house. We put on a kizomba song, and you showed me how to dance with the broom. It was so funny.
Oh Uncle, I really miss you. I did not have time to say goodbye to you or hug you. When I received the news of your death, my world went down. It was the worst thing in the world.
I still remember the day you died, May 14, 2016. It was Capeverdean’s culture day at my school. I was so happy because I would present all the work that my group and I worked hard on. Before the presentation, my mother went to school to see me and she told me to go home with her, but I said that I did not present yet and my grade depended on it. She said ok and hugged me. With that hug, I felt many emotions that I did not known how to describe, but I acted normal because I was excited about my presentation.
After the presentation, my mother called me and told me to go my grandmother’s house and I said yes, because I was happy, and I wanted share my happiness with all my family. When I got close to my grandmother’s house, I saw people in front of it. I was confused but when I saw my mother I felt relaxed. When I got closer to her she hugged me tight and she started to cry. I was confused again until she told me the worst sentence ever: “Joseana, I’m so sorry to tell you, but Uncle Rui died.” When I heard her, my world went down, my happiness completely disappeared. It was a day that I will never forget, even with the passage of time.