He was the most careful man I'd ever met. In his words, in his actions, and with his health. So the fact that he was taken in his 60s is just unbelievable. But I know he wasn't afraid to go; his faith had always been strong, and I'm sure it helped him on his way.
I wept for him, for my dear aunt, my two cousins and their children who will grow up never knowing what a strong and great man their grandfather was.
Uncle Peter, I will miss you terribly. I hope you're resting in peace and watching over us.
That evening, we saw a rainbow. I rarely see rainbows around here and even rarer still that I'm able to photograph it. This was a lovely surprise, as if our uncle saying things will be just fine.