My Uncle Bert

When my Uncle Bert was alive he was very kind to me and would always ask me to play with him. I was only about 10 years old when he died. He died of an overdose of the medicine he used to make his bone pain go away. He never told us that he was sick and when we all found out about his illness, it was already too late.

I really wanted to go to the Funeral to say my last goodbyes. Sadly my family decided not to wake me up and I was left home alone. With nothing to do and with no choice but to just play with my PS2 I just sat there and played and waited for my family to go home.

It was Night time and my family still wasn't home and I was still playing then all of a sudden a Black out occurred and it was completely dark. I was so scared and all I can do was hide under the bed sheet. Whenever there is a black out, Barangay people would always scream "black out" but this time they all just stayed quiet which worried me somewhat. I wanted to go out the room but I was too scared of the dark. I was Just about to go down the bed when suddenly I heard footsteps going down the stairs. But there was no one home only me. What scared me more is that my Uncles Old bed room was upstairs!

I started to pray, but the sound did not stop! It was as if the stairs were endless. I did not want to open my eyes but I did out of curiosity and the lights immediately came back on. I thanked God dearly as I cried. I walked out of my room and was relieved to find my family were already home. I told them all about what had happened. They said maybe it was because I had not gone and said goodbye so my Uncle Bert did it for me.

At the 1st all souls day that my Uncle Bert was dead we went to the cemetery, I went on his grave, lit a candle and prayed for his soul. Finally I have told my Dear uncle Bert good bye.

RIP TitomBert, you will always be remembered by us.