My mom's oldest sister just lost her husband. I met him only a few times because they are in the Philippines, but I feel like I know him because of the stories my mom has been telling me since I was a child.
Papa Rudy was a kind, gentle man. An artist. I remember seeing his work back in 2004 when I was last in the Philippines. He would blurt out an English word every now and then and giggle at the usage. Then we would all egg him on to try more words :)
This is one of those times I wish the world was a little smaller. I hate that I can't even make my uncle's funeral because it is half a world away.
Rest in peace Papa Rudy. I hope you didn't suffer and that you knew you were greatly loved and would be greatly missed.
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