My cousin died today
Just an hour ago, or so.
He... he died 36 years old, leaving his mother, siblings, and a son behind.
His name was Patrick, and he was my age-mate - the only cousin in both sides of the family sharing my age. We were supposed to be born the same week, but apparently I was in a hurry and arrived 3 months earlier than expected.
Patrick was a small child, his mother a hippy with no time to be a mum, so she ran off once she'd delivered him. I won't say much about that, it's not my place, but he was such a small baby that people worried he would die, or starve.
My mum nursed him the moment she was told aunt Lucy had left him in the care of my other aunt, until he was about a year. This made us quite close, and he was my only friend I remember from a time when things weren't all bad in that hellish place.
Now my cousin is gone, and I'm... devastated.
He wasn't old, but cancer doesn't care I guess. He was okay five weeks ago. He was perfectly okay four weeks ago, and then his tummy hurt so bad he had to go to his doctor. Turns out he had aggressive cancer on the last stage. He fell into coma a day later, got another bloody thing I can't even pronounce, and then nothing.
He slept in, at least, and wasn't aware of how much pain he was in as they kept him on painkilling medicine.
I... I'm so sad. Gods, I'm so sad.
Rest in peace, little cousin. I loved you, and I will always remember you as my little duckling.
He... he died 36 years old, leaving his mother, siblings, and a son behind.
His name was Patrick, and he was my age-mate - the only cousin in both sides of the family sharing my age. We were supposed to be born the same week, but apparently I was in a hurry and arrived 3 months earlier than expected.
Patrick was a small child, his mother a hippy with no time to be a mum, so she ran off once she'd delivered him. I won't say much about that, it's not my place, but he was such a small baby that people worried he would die, or starve.
My mum nursed him the moment she was told aunt Lucy had left him in the care of my other aunt, until he was about a year. This made us quite close, and he was my only friend I remember from a time when things weren't all bad in that hellish place.
Now my cousin is gone, and I'm... devastated.
He wasn't old, but cancer doesn't care I guess. He was okay five weeks ago. He was perfectly okay four weeks ago, and then his tummy hurt so bad he had to go to his doctor. Turns out he had aggressive cancer on the last stage. He fell into coma a day later, got another bloody thing I can't even pronounce, and then nothing.
He slept in, at least, and wasn't aware of how much pain he was in as they kept him on painkilling medicine.
I... I'm so sad. Gods, I'm so sad.
Rest in peace, little cousin. I loved you, and I will always remember you as my little duckling.