I lost my older uncle Sulhi when I was 12 years old. I loved him dearly. I can barely remember him now though, it’s been 26 years since he passed away. He loved me too. We used to visit him on Sundays and stay for dinner (or was it lunch? maybe sometimes..). He and my younger uncle Lemi would sit at two heads of the table. I would always sit closest to uncle Sulhi. I remember being slightly frightened by him too, to be honest. Probably because he was the oldest person in the family and he had an authority. Also, at that time respect meant a bit of fear..