10 years have gone by since the death of my youngest uncle, Kenneth "Bi" Duong, who was 29 that day. I can remember getting picked up early from school and before I knew it, was standing at his side at the funeral home next to my sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, and my poor grandma, who never thought her youngest son would leave the earth before she did. He was going to get married, got a new job, was getting his life together. But just like that, he was gone. I loved him, thought I didn't know much about him or spent too much time with him, but if I heard his voice today I'd recognize it, and I still remember his troublemaking personality that made our family gatherings so festive and special. Today we remembered that, as our family gathered at his grave and reminisced with much laughter. Things have changed so much, but I'm glad we're all still together and love each other. RIP, ten years to this day.
-Kev
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