Take a look, inside my mind

So in January 2007 my uncle and his family along with another group of family friends and my oldest brother made a trip to go snowboarding in Japan for 2 weeks. They were all having the time of their lives.  One night my uncle, brother and a family friend decided to go for a night board, before they left the resort my uncle turned around to his wife and said "This has been the best day of my life" and he turned around and walked out the door with the two boys. Once they reached the top of the mountain he told the two boys to go down first and he would follow behind just incase something happened to one of them he could be there to help them. So they did. The boys reached the bottom of the mountain and waited 10 minutes for my uncle, and there was still no sign of him, they waited another 5 and then the Sam (the friend) decided he would go to the top of the mountain and snowboard back down to check on my uncle. He made it half way down when he saw the tip of my uncles snowboard sticking out of the snow. He dropped to the ground and started digging him out. Meanwhile my brother thought it was kind of strange how long they were taking and decided he would go to the top and come back down aswell. When he reached where Sam and my uncle were, he saw it. Sam screamed at mountain workers not to let my brother near the scene. He tried to give him CPR for over 40 minutes before the ambulance rushed him to the nearest hospital and continued to give him CPR for two hours. They told my aunty that they could either, 'let him go' or they could bring him back and he would be severely brain damaged. My aunty thought about it, and decided to turn off the life support and let him go.  In Australia, we were just getting the news. It was 7:20ish in the morning and I heard my mum scream, it was terrifying. I woke up and called out to my dad, he came into my room and sat on the side of my bed, looked straight at me, I could see he was holding back tears, He told me that "uncle rod had an accident and had passed away", Me being 11 years old and just woken up I mistook his wording for "passed out" and didn't see the big deal, until he shook his head and repeated that he was dead. I grabbed my dad and cried and screamed and I didn't understand. I didn't eat for 3 weeks. We had to try to get my uncles body back to Australia. At his funeral a slideshow of his life played against a big white wall, the song "forever young" was played. Since then, it is his song. It is what reminds me of him every day of my life. It is what I'm getting tattoo'd on my back. 

Mine.

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