A cool breeze sent shivers down Calmina's spine as she walked slowly to work along the empty sidewalk. It was 7 am and cars were zipping past on the two lane road. Across the street was a park, not as large as central park but was large enough to walk through and miss several creepers if you were to find the right path. She never took the park shortcut, just simply because she liked watching the sky. Normally the blue sky had beautiful clouds in it, unlike today where clouds were dull and scary looking. Calmina decided to cross the street quickly and take a sheltered path to work, she was never much to worry about looks but rain seemed to bring anyone down in any type of outfit.<br/><br/>The wind blew harder as she walked against it. The parks entrance was rather large and welcoming with its iron bars and lettering labling it as Warth streets community park. Calmina's mind began to wander as she walked underneath the great oak tree's cover. She remembered the letter again and thought more about mom and dad, especially about Charlie though.<br/>Charlie wasn't her true uncle but an adopted family member by everyone. Calmina couldn't remember the first time she met Uncle Charlie but he wasn't an young man back then, now 23, Calmina did remember him widowing at 55, she was only 7 years old.<br/>As she thought about him she pulled out the letter from her purse and began to reread what her mom had wrote. Charlie had lymphoma, he was scheduled for Chemo but turned it down without telling anyone why. Calmina suspected he believed it was his turn to visit the pearly gates and his life was well lived. She was always an optimist but was sad how he could just throw his life away, and only at 71.<br/><br/>Sitting down on a near by bench, Calmina stroked the letter as if it was a keepsake. Thoughts ran through her mind as to why and how or what if on the subject of his Cancer changing. The fact was, Cancer was deadly, no doubt. How could she save him?<br/>She looked around at the empty park, a child's play ground was no more than 50 feet away from her with bark chips lining the area. A scene played through her head of Charlie and her running around a similar playground, laughing and having fun. Charlie as vibrant as ever.<br/><br/>Calmina just wished, wished so hard she could save him and live to forgive herself for not keeping in touch with him. "I wish I could save him...." Calmina trailed off, knowing no one could hear her.