An uncle like that

It was a rainy day, and I was playing outside my grandparents' house, watching the raindrops fell to the earth after they banged the roof. I was three or four back then, and I remember that there was an ambulance at the parking lot. Then a man in white came out, he washed the orange stretcher with the water collected from the rain, blood stained the soil red. A car accident - that was how he passed away.

You know, I can't recall where did I told that story but since Im a bit lazy to search let me tell about it anyway (again?).

For the past years I thought that I totally forgotten about my late uncle, until mom talked about her deceased siblings. Looking back, im pretty confident that one of the earliest memory that I can access was.. him, who was at his late 20s.

I imagine that who he was to me is perhaps like.. who I am to my nephew? And that made me wonder, if my few years taught by him left a memory so deep, how did Rasulullah (saw) felt when his uncle who took care of him for a very long time passed away? I might only just realised this during these recent years, but losing someone close, to find out that they died not believing Allah, though its been long, and though I know that there's nothing can be done, but still.. it breaks me.

I can be denial but until when? I remember composing stories about my late uncle in my school work, how he died in doing his job catching criminals, he was a policeman by the way. Now here's my only chance, with the living. Dont care too much about the result, as long as I do my part it will turn out fine insyaAllah. Afterall, only Allah can give light to all hearts. Hey, I know a good place to start... Me! Be a better muslim please.