On losing uncle

When I was around 20, I had a reason to drive a car. A girl I got to fall for asked me out for a drive, the moment she knew I'd got a driver's license, for which I used all the money I had. Flat broke I couldn't afford to rent a car. I was at a complete loss.
Then it dawned on me that my uncle owned a car, the stylish Skyline Hardtop 2000GT. I went to his place and asked if I could use his car for two days. He gave a shy smile avoiding eye-contact, his signature look, and handed me the key with warm "good luck". So kind of him.
The drive to the foot of Mt. Fuji was great. We, just like decent young couples, went deep into a forest road, looking for a "romantic" place. I pulled up at what seemed an ideal spot and spent some time in the car looking out at a shining water surface of Motosu lake through the lush green of trees in the dark forest. So far so good. Then we decided to head for our hotel. I backed the car. No, I THOUGHT I backed the car. We heard a strange high-pitch sound coming from under, every time I stepped on the accelerator. I asked her to see what was happening. She walked around the car once and stood beside me. she moved her forefinger in a circle a couple of times, a sign to open the window. When I did by winding the lever anticlockwise several times, she reported to my right ear in a sexy whisper "the back wheels were spinning VIOLENTLY". Now I got it. After the heavy rain the day before, the ground was soft and slippery and my attempt to move the car had gotten the matter worse because the spinning tires had dug 10 cm deep trenches into the ground. I tried to get the car out of the trenches by tapping the peddal one way or another only to make the wheels spin freely while the car moved a little backward and then adamantly returned to the original position. Left alone in a romantic-turned-desolate jungle, we were at a loss.
In the meantime, a sporty black car came up from nowhere. A godsend. In it was a young couple apparently with the same purpose as ours. The driver came out and came up to us. He looked a bit older, a lot sturdier and taller than me. With a quick glance he took in the situation and called out loud for his partner who was still inside the car. When she was out unwillingly she turned out even sturdier than he.
"Hi... Just as you see." I said.
"We'll push the car while you try backing it up." He said.
Back to the driver's seat, I changed the gear to the reverse and stepped on the accelerator , hard this time. The wheels made a screeching sound and the car got out of the ditches. I kept backing the car watching the pushers, the guy and his sturdy girl friend and my delicate-built girl friend, moving further and further away. We made it! I thought. The car gained speed and then with a big "bang" it stopped suddenly. I felt a shock and had my head struck hard onto the headrest. For a moment I didn't know what happened. I looked back. There was a big tree just behind the car. The couple were standing agape with my girlfriend.
Feeling dizzy I managed to get out of the car and staggered over to the rear of the car. There was an ugly, big dent in the fender which propagated into the back of the main body. I was at a loss.
Repairing the car would cost arms and legs. I was totally broke. Maybe I should pay it back in installments. All the worries aside, I thanked the couple anyway who had become quiet.
Perhaps I've written too much and gotten sidetracked. I have to quickly get it straight back to my uncle.
We drove back home that night instead of staying at the hotel. I canceled it with some cancellation fee hoping it could help compensation. Next day I drove the miserable sporty car to my uncle's place. He seemed a bit surprised at my early return. I stuttered out to him what had happened in the forest elaborating on how muddy the ground was after the heavy rain the day before as if the rain must take responsibility for the accident. My uncle listened without uttering a word. Then with a delicate smile without eye-contact, he said
"That's good. At least you didn't get injured."
"But I damaged your car"
"Don't worry. I'll take care."
"I will pay....though in installments."
"You don't have to. I have major responsibility for lending my car to a young man. And I guess the insurance will cover most of the repairing cost."
Thirty years passed and I quit the company I worked with for 28 years when I got an unexpected call from him. He asked of me for some loan. I was dumbfounded because this "some" was something without which I would have had to give up building my new house. It was when I was about to reject his request that I remembered the above episode of my youth. I lent him the money he requested. Of course he paid it back all with some interest in a matter of 3 years.
This is all about my uncle and me. No more or no less.
Two weeks ago he passed away at the age of 83. He suffered seriously from hallucination before he died. He refused any kind of life-support measures.
Rest in peace my dear uncle.