The sun shone brilliantly and its glare was off-puttingly bright. The glossy white coffin gleamed in the morning light. As hundreds of people crying and mourning for their loss. One by one they placed flowers on top of the coffin and then it was my turn to place a flower on his coffin but I couldn’t do it. I refused to let go of my uncle, the man who raised me, to accept a death I didn’t see coming, to believe that he had robbed of the life that was given to him. I was filled with overwhelming grief and rage when I first heard the news about him. There wasn’t much information that I got from my parents or my siblings because they wanted to protect me.