today's post is slightly more personal, so please bear with me.
this is my tribute to uncle timothy, who has waged a 20-month battle against cancer, and eventually succumbed after a good fight.

when the news first broke that you were hit with cancer, i was full of hope. i believed you would recover. i had every faith, that our prayers would not go unanswered. and this faith stood strong for 12 whole months.
then things started to go wrong. one operation was botched up after another, and you remarked that your body was like a dilapidated house. the instant one leak was patched, another sprung up. but i still tried to hold on to my faith, though it was hard each time i heard you cry in pain.
by the 18th month, you no longer came to church because you couldn't leave the house at all.
the last day i went to see you, you were unconcious. every breath you took seemed to me like you were struggling hard for it. the prominence of your skeletal structure scared me. i let go of all faith and asked that god take you home to spare you of this suffering.
at your funeral, the pastor claimed that you had entered the gates of heaven with the highest of faith.
so all i want to say is, thank you uncle timothy, for teaching me what it is to hold on to the very end, and that the crux of the battle is not in the outcome, but in the process.

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8:17 PM