I recently found a box of photos hidden in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. It was from a trip to the Philippines I took with my closest friend over 17 years ago. Looking through them, I relived many many exciting moments of my youth, until I came across a photo of one of my uncles when he was close to the age I am now. Sadly, he passed away five years ago but I found myself moved to tears as if it just happened, flooded with such love for him that I forget I carry him in my heart with me every day. Sometimes I forget the capacity of our hearts to hold love.