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Greetings! My name is Sam J and I am a student at Harvard University. Perhaps this blog will present a little look into the mundane yet unique events that make up my life.
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:: Tuesday, January 27, 2004 ::

My mother told me my uncle died this morning. He had a brain tumor that had been operated on several times already, and his condition just got worse and worse. He fell into a coma a few weeks ago, and never got out of it.

He was a teacher, very knowledgeable. He was a nice man. I never really got to know him because he lived in Taiwan; I only saw him the few times I went there. He traveled extensively; once he showed me pictures of his adventures in China and Mongolia and the huge sand dunes there and taught me a little about Mongolian culture. I'll always remember that.

Some lyrics from Vienna Teng: "Say Uncle"

everyone agrees it came too soon
it was only meant to be an intersection
you kept fear of death in back pocket of your jeans
in the palm of your hand, affection

it came like a sudden gust of wind
leaving them, bewildered, to ask how
I recall last time we met you said we'd meet again
the irony is only bitter now

these days everyone cries "say uncle"
they want to touch your spirit lest it die
for this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
to form a healing circle for our new demise
these days everyone cries "say uncle"
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
your body gone, but we shall keep the man

I close my eyes and hope they do not fade
these remnants of a voice and of a smile
images of landscape cloaked in forest green
like your life unfolding mile by mile

a fierce embrace, a word of thanks
a cheerful whistle and hours in a van
somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were
though the ocean claims your ashes on the sand

these days everyone cries "say uncle"
they want to touch your spirit lest it die
for this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
to form a healing circle for our new demise
these days everyone cries "say uncle"
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
your body gone, but we shall keep the man

:: SL 2:58 PM [+] ::
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