My godfather was a very kind and happy man. When my own father died when I was 8, he was always there for me. He helped his sister (my mom) by being by my side as I learned how to ride a bike. I still remember that exact moment when he let go of my bicycle. He and I were so proud! Also, every Valentine's Day, he never forgot to bring me a chocolate heart. That "special" feeling has stayed with me throughout my lifetime. Thank you, Uncle Sunny, for being a wonderful presence in my life. I love you dearly. My your soul rest in heavenly peace.