“He was a good man. He was funny. He used to call me ‘hijita’. In Spanish, hijita means ‘my child.’
“My uncle and I were very close. He had liver cancer, and he had six months to live. He didn’t want to be remembered as somebody that wasn’t happy, that was in constant pain.
“The conversations that we had, were really based around him not wanting to be here on this earth, and he wanted an option.
“Often, we as people get in the way of God’s plan by prolonging someone’s life. I don’t think that God wants to see people suffer. And I think that’s a very powerful statement that anybody can make to say I don’t want to put my family through that. I don’t want to put myself through that.
“He was just always happy. And he didn’t die a happy man, because he had to suffer the way that he did.”