My uncle asked for one last meal, but what he said next is something I will never forget
For weeks, he barely touched his food. But that day, something shifted. His voice, usually tired and faint, came alive with unexpected clarity. “Tuna casserole,” he said. “The one your mom used to make—with the crispy little onions on top.” It was as if he’d been waiting for this one request, saving it for the…
 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			