Sorry, I’m on my tablet, which uses the mobile app, so I can’t add a read more but um…if you don’t want to read me reminiscing about my dead cousin, maybe don’t continue reading…..
Him and his brother were exactly the same ages as me and my younger sister, so we grew up hanging out and stuff. At the family gatherings, he was one of my main playmates, because all my other cousins were way younger than me (he was only two years younger, just a couple months younger than my sister).
When we started hitting puberty, we began drifting apart, but then in 8th grade I started becoming friends at school with his older brother, and so our families began interacting a bit more than usual, so I got to spend time with him, and see his cool personality.
After I came back from the Army, I began avoiding family events, and I guess he and his brother were doing the same thing, so even when I did go to family events, I didn’t always see him.
Just last month I took the time off work to go to the “Cancer Walk” with my family. Originally he started attending, when his dad passed away from cancer when he was barely a year old, but when our aunt was diagnosed with cancer in 2001, the rest of our family started doing it. Over the years, he came less and less, and eventually stopped going, so I was really happy when he decided to come this year. I was working on sewing a cosplay, so I didn’t do a whole lot of interacting, but I forced myself to get up and dress up for a pirate-themed lap, and I did the whole lap with him and his family. He spent the duration of the lap, slapping his younger sister with a fake sword. So, you know, at least my last memory of him involved one of my favourite things (pirates) and just him being happy, and being himself. I’m so glad that it was a recent memory too, and not like from years ago, and me left feeling guilty for not spending time with my family. I don’t like a whole lot of my extended family, but him and his immediate family are people I do like.