Poorly written peom

So about 5 days ago now I got a real big scare when I found out my uncle who I was fairly close to was getting really sick and with him having stage4 terminal cancer I figured that the next phone call I'd get would be about his passing. I never got a call instead my mom came home and told me and the rest of my family that for tonight things were going to be okay.
But here is the poem I wrote when I had been expecting the really bad news.

As I fight the urge to cry I think back to all the memories I have

Like when I was younger and he'd come over when grandma was babysitting me 

to Bring us lunch 

And if the weather was nice he'd ride his motorcycle

In fact he gave me my first motorcycle ride 

I also remember his laugh that would echo 

from things like The Three Stooges or the stories he'd tell

He took me trout fishing and always greeted me with a smile

When out at the beach looking for treasures 

He'd think of me when he'd find golf balls instead of coins

I still have many of the golf balls he gave me 

I even made my own golf trophy out of them

As the years went on more and more 

He began to look like his father 

A man I never got to know as well as I should have

So with his similar looks and similar personality 

He became like the Grandfather I'd lost when I was young

However I can't help but feel guilty now 

For I didn't see you when I had the chance

Because of my selfish ways and fears

And now when given the chance I couldn't because I was sick

I'm sorry I wasn't there to say goodbye