Last week, my Tito Sonny passed away. He was 62. He died of complications to his lungs. Am not particularly sure the medical terms, whether it is pneumonia or emphysema; but it was critical enough for him to use a ventilator. He stayed in the hospital for one and a half months before God decided to grant him eternal life. He couldn't speak and used a whiteboard to communicate with his family. He was survived by his wife and two children, who thankfully are now working.The last time I saw Tito Sonny was perhaps last year. My father has always expressed that his kuya was generous and laid back, and I totally agree. Initially, I was afraid to look at him; afraid that the pain he suffered will be reflected in his face ( I would rather remember him as this person who was soft-spoken and down-to-earth). Fortunately, he looked peaceful and content. I am sure that he is in a better place right now, and he deserves it. The only good thing about this whole experience was that I had the chance to spend time with my cousins (from my father's side) whom I rarely meet. I look forward to getting to know them better.