5. Uncle Paul

He died when I was 8. Getting the phone call is still one of the most vivid memories I think I will ever have. It was the middle of the night ...I'm not sure who called, but I remember my mother telling me, and me breaking down and just yelling that it couldn't be true. My father was devastated, but I think it's my brother that still hasn't gotten over it.

He used to ride motorcycles, and the last thing I remember him giving me was my very own fish tank. He collected siamese fighting fish and had one of those separated tanks for them. I still don't enjoy being tickled because it reminds me of him.