People come and people
go, most of them in tragedies; if I were to bring someone back from the dead, I
would surely bring back my uncle James. My uncle James is the oldest child on
my mother’s side and the only male in the family; he was a well respected
police officer and a great brother, father and uncle to his family. It was
almost the end of January when he had passed, two or three days before his twin
children’s birthday; he had been hit by a drunk driver.
I would bring my uncle
back from the dead because he is the closest family member that I have that has
passed; when he had died everyone in my mother’s side and his wife had mourned for
about a month. He had treated all his
nieces and nephews as his own children, numbering about 6 children he had
thought of as children (Including his own). If I was to have him back, alive,
and served him dinner, I think that I would definitely go crazy and buy
everything that he loves. I really do not remember the food that he loved to
eat because it’s been about 6-7 years since he had died, soooooooo, I will just
buy everything he wants.
After he had eaten his
dinner, I would most likely have him talk to his family again because a year
after his death, his entire family moved to Oregon. I really miss my twin
cousins, they were born 17 days after my birth, January 20; I see them as my
own sister and brother, because we were soooo close. When my uncle is alive, I know
for sure that my cousins will return, my family members would be happy and
everyone would live in harmony. 
I know that this will
never happen; his death came so fast, he went out to drive and once you know
it, BAM, he is gone from the world. I vividly remember the day I was informed
of his death. I was about 7 or 8 years old, I was playing with my younger
cousin Katherine; we were running around the house and managed to find
ourselves in the kitchen. My dad had just barged into the kitchen, his face
full of distress; he went up to us and said “Hats, your uncle James had just
died.” I looked at him with disbelief and then laughed at him, my cousin later
following my actions; I told him to stop playing around and tell us the truth,
not believing a word that he had said. He looked at us with a serious face and
told us again “No Hatsuko, your uncle James is dead; he was in a car accident
and didn't survive.” I looked at him in utter horror as I slowly took in what
he had said; he slowly left the house to discuss what had happened to my family
members. Katherine and I stood in the kitchen, wide eyed and mouths wide open;
the tears slowly came out as we finally realized that my uncle had just died.
We feel to the ground and cried as hard as we could, slowly reminding ourselves
about how we loved him. Death is something that everyone hates, I know for a
fact that I hate it; death is also another cause of ill thinking.
If I were to bring
someone back from the dead, I will indeed choose to bring my uncle back; he did
not deserve to die, it was the fault of the stupid teenager girl that went
driving after getting drunk…
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