Life Has to End, Love Doesn’t

My uncle died suddenly on Saturday. He was not just any uncle; he was my last uncle. When my mother died a little over two years ago, Uncle Eddie was the last living of her family, the last of the Martha Boulos (my sitty, my grandmother) family of St. John’s, Newfoundland.

The house on 90 LeMarchant Road in St John’s is where they all grew up, Uncle Eddie, my mother and all nine siblings. The house is still there and it is still majestic and beautiful.

You know, we take things and people for granted, thinking they will always be there, and when they are not, there is a hole left in the fabric of the family. Uncle Eddie was there for many important seasons of my life and I will miss him. When I almost flunked out of university and wanted to just go get a job, Uncle Eddie did not let up on all the reasons why I should stay in school and finish what I had started. I listened.

I remember the day Uncle Eddie taught my sisters and me how to make baklava in my mother’s kitchen. He was in his element as we all stood around while he did the demonstration. It was the best time and I still make baklava a couple of times a year just like he showed us.

I remember going to his house in Mississauga and him putting on the loudest Lebanese music imaginable. He was kind of deaf; actually I think he was selectively deaf because sometimes I would say something in a low voice to Nazha and he would hear it; and just a few minutes later I would say something in a normal tone of voice and he would keep saying, “I can’t hear you.” And so I would repeat louder and louder, never really getting it that he was teasing me.

My uncle was there when Dave and I got married in 2009; it was a difficult trip for him, but he came anyway to take part in the celebration. I am so grateful for that.


Mom and Uncle Eddie at my wedding.

He was there for two weeks in Corner Brook while my mother spent her last days in the hospital. He and my aunt Nazha walked every day from the hotel to the hospital to spend time with his last living sibling.

And then when I was going through a difficult time shortly after my mother’s death, I spent a week in Toronto with Uncle Eddie and Aunt Nazha, a time of love and healing. I’ll never forget their kindness.

I am eternally grateful for all the time I had with Eddie and I am happy that he is now out of pain. I’m sure that he’s in heaven right now dancing a happy dance with my mom and the rest of the family. That thought makes me smile.

You will live on in us Eddie. Rest in peace.


Taken from The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

Do you have someone in your life like Uncle Eddie? Make sure you tell him that you love and appreciate him before its too late. Life is short, shorter than you think.

8 thoughts on “Life Has to End, Love Doesn’t

  1. So sorry to hear about your uncle Eddie. I remember him from your wedding.
    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
    May you be comforted knowing he is rejoycing in heaven.


  2. Life has to end, love doesn’t – so true. You do have wonderful memories.
    Very sorry for your loss, Christine.
    See you in the spring. Safe travels.


  3. So sorry to hear this, Christine. May the Lord bring you comfort and peace as you cherish the good memories of your uncle.


  4. Christine,
    Today, we celebrated the life of Eddie. The service at Our Lady of Lebanon was well attended. Laila spoke a eulogy on her father’s life and told heartwarming stories about her father filled with humor. Laila mentioned your mom and Doris in her talk.
    There followed a lovely reception at The Cedar Palace where we were served a tasty Lebanese meal. It was a big treat to spend time with Joanne, Sheila, Louise, Tina, two of Linda’s sons with their children and your son, Daniel and Sarah. It was wonderful to reconnect with cousins , family and friends. We enjoyed reminiscing about past times and talking about the present. Would have loved to have seen you, Christine. There is so much to be grateful for and as you say, we cannot take anyone for granted.
    We are not promised tomorrow.
    The day was a wonderful tribute to Eddie. He would have been very pleased.
    May he Rest In Peace.


    • Thanks for the update Isabelle; I would love to have been there, but the logistics of coming from SC were more than I could handle on such short notice. I’m glad that Dan and Sara were able to represent the family.


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