I am absolutely throughly devastated. I can’t seem to fathom the concept of a world that exists without you. It just feels like an elaborate, sick joke and I just can’t accept that this is reality. I really thought you would become the wise, cool senior citizen that everyone loved. I guess the universe had other plans. Growing up, you were always the definition of cool to me. You were naturally the funniest person I’ve been around. To say that you were my uncle is something I am exceptionally proud of. It felt like so much more growing up. In a lot of ways you were the father figure/older brother I never had. A lot of who I am is because of you. I’ll never forget talking football and other sports with you. I’ll never forget when we lived together for a bit and you, me, and my siblings would watch Beavis and Butthead together. I’ll never forget when I was terrified of washing my hair because I was irrationally afraid of drowning in the shower and you were the only one who could reason with me. That time when Big Pun passed and I was afraid to eat, so you took me out. We simply drove around, listened to music, talked, laughed and had Wendy’s. The trips to Palisades mall before Tyler was born. The car rides to get dinner. Countless other memories. I’m so very gracious for all of it. The last thing we spoke about was that rice pot you recommended and how I should get it because it made the rice perfect every single time. I’m definitely buying that rice pot. I’m honored to have been in your presence. I miss you. I love you. I appreciate you, Uncle Sal. Forever and always.