I am Greek,and my family go to Greece every summer.Uncle Spyro and my God-mother Aunt Aspa lived about 45 minutes outside of Athens.Every summer when we traveled to Greece.we would spend a couple of days with them.     I remember all then things we would do there..We would shake almonds   off the branches of Uncle Spyro's  almond tree.Using his strong hands,he would break the shells off.and present us with the shiny white nut.With Aunt Aspa we would pick lemons off her lemon trees and carry them inside the small house with the help of Uncle Spyro.Drinking the fresh lemonade  and eating the delicious almonds,we would sit on the porch and talk.Uncle Spyro and Aunt Aspa didn't  speak English,and my Greek wasn't  and still isn't perfect.But those peacefully  quiet times on the porch were the times that I miss the most.     Uncle Spyro developed cancer from smoking for most of his life and he became very sick. We didn't go to Greece in 2000,but we planned on going again in 2001.We found out that Uncle Spyro was in the hospital shortly before we left for Greece.My mother,Alethea,and I wanted to see him.But we waited until the day after we arrived.Now,I wish that we had gone the first daywe had arrived and that we had seen him for the last time. But my uncle didn't wait for us to go.     We still Visit Aunt Aspa,and we still pick almonds and lemons.We still drink the fresh lemonade and eat the delicious almonds on the porch.But somehow the lemonade isn't  as fresh and the almonds aren't as delicious as before.     I thank God that I'm still here to comfort Aunt Aspa and that I'm still here to finish my life.I'm not afraid of death anymore like some people.And I know that when I do die,I'll just be going up to Uncle Spyro,and we'll eat almonds and drink lemonade,just like before. We learn from the passage_.
the author's  uncle died in 2000 the author doesn't  live inprefix = st1 /Greece the author call speak Greek fluently the author could communicate with his aunt fluently