Just found out that my older cousin died. Life estranged us, and it is partly my fault for it. I never fought for it, although in fairness never did he.
Still, it hurts to realise that he is not here anymore. I always hope for a day when all of us would get together for a meal or a beer or something and talk about family, about us. I was hoping to make you proud, all of you proud, considering what a dissapointment I was when we started to lose the connection between us.
I am not in my late teens anymore, is way past that-but I thought that I am not in that age bracket where people I know get to die.
Then again, is not the first time people even younger than me got terrible diagnosis and diseases.
Why do we lose touch with friends and family that meant the world to us?
Is it part of life, or I’m simply just a freak who can’t or won’t keep personal connections active?
Either way, it’s still painful to see that my cousin died.
RIP, big guy. I am sorry that we haven’t talked for so long, and I hope you’ll have a good passing to the afterlife.
Maybe we’ll get to have our catch-up conversation after all..