Wednesday, June 18, 2008
We met when I was just a year old. The entire Larter family showed up at our doorstep in Malaysia. You picked me up and I hugged you and said, "My Uncle Peter." It was love at first sight. Our families kept in touch all these years. Mom and Auntie Jan always wrote. Over the years, your family grew and I grew up.
I remember visiting you and Auntie Jan in Australia over 10 years ago. You both welcomed me to your home. We would share stories at the dinner table. You encouraged me as I traveled all over Australia and New Zealand. What I remember most was the story you told me about how and why you fell in love with Auntie Jan.
You told me how you asked her out on a date. You said that usually girls would be indecisive about what they wanted to do. But not Auntie Jan. She told you exactly what she wanted to do and from that moment onward, you knew she was the one for you.
I will always remember the love you shared between the two of you. I can still see the way you both looked at each other. I hope to share that with someone someday, and actually, I think I have found the one.
This is my one regret, that you will never meet him. More so, I am so sad that he will never meet you. I miss you Uncle Peter. Why did you have to go so soon? I wish that when I found out you were sick that I had flown out to see you. I wish I could have said good-bye.
It's so hard to comprehend that I will never see you again. What comes after this, I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. I wish you were still here. I wish you were here for me to tell you everything I didn't get to say. I miss you. I miss you so much...
My Uncle Peter.
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