My dad's brother. My uncle struggled severely with drug addiction, but came out of it. Everyone thought it would have killed him, but it didn't. He would go on to die in a car accident a decade or so later, but completely clean. I always saw a kind man because the addiction came and went before I was born. If I could see him again I would ask him what changed? Was it a moment or a collection of moments? I would just want to understand his experience with addiction, and ultimately his recovery. I was too young to comprehend these ideas, and by the time I came to these thoughts he was gone. He inspires me in a small way to stay strong, and he showed me that there is love in everyone even when they are at their worst. I only hope he found peace in the next life.