I was at my friend’s house when I got the call, “Uncle Steve was in an accident. He’s in the hospital.” I rushed home, and my sisters and I made our way to the hospital. The first thing I saw was my mother’s face, I had never seen such sadness before. Upon arrival, we were told what really happened: A disgruntled employee of my uncle’s came to their business with a gun. As my uncle stepped out of an elevator, he was shot three times. That day my family changed forever. I never got the chance to say goodbye. My uncle won’t get to go to his kids’ weddings; he missed my cousin’s high school and now college graduation. My uncle Stevie was one of the nicest people I knew, and in an instant, he was taken from us.