I thought about my father and how much he must be missing his brother. While I'll never know why my uncle passed away so young, I do have a better understanding of the "how". It all worked out in a way that was eerily planned, almost- my uncle married my aunt, loved her in the most romantic, intense way possible; loved and spoiled both his daughters to his best ability; worked very hard to become extremely successful in his stockbroking business; vacationed to the most awesome places in the world and built a grand palatial home for himself and the rest of the family; visited America with his family; and the most haunting one was his visit here earlier this year- he all of a sudden planned to come by in July for some work and medical things and saw the new home that my family recently purchased.
More specifically, my uncle had met the rest of the family last year except for me because I did not visit India with them last summer- so, I had the opportunity to meet him one final time, to make tea for him, to talk to him about life and theater and ambition and love. My uncle and I are quite similar- we have the same large, deep set, intense eyes that we inherited from my grandfather. We are both highly ambitious and we live for those we love- the rest of the world can love us/ hate us/ go take a hike. We don't really give a shit. We are both strongly Scorpio in our birth charts. In fact, out of pure emotion, I declared that I would name my son Sanjay. I read later that when a Scorpio dies, there are high chances of another birth happening in the family relatively soon and the next person born is a soul reincarnation of this Scorpio who passed away (Scorpions are regenerative signs- they rise from their difficulties, pain and even ashes). I refer to my uncle in present tense because he is still here- I had a dream the night before where him and his family were getting ready for my wedding. I know he'll be there- I just have to call out to him.
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