Him: I always tell my disciples at church that they won't find me in heaven.  
Me: Why?  
Him: Only my mouth will enter heaven. And I tell them it's going to be difficult recognizing me just by my mouth.  
Me: What?  
Him: I always talk like a Christian, but I don't always act like a Christian. And I'm guessing there are going to be a lot of other mouths floating around in heaven.

Hahaha. My uncle makes me smile.

Waiting for him in the empty hospital room for eight hours was not very fun. Seeing families tear up and sob in pain was even worse. We, humans, are so weak. So feeble. So helpless. There is such a fine line between life and death that it's just scary.

And today, that fine line became more distinct than ever. .