Too Big of a Heart
Three weeks ago, my cousin's husband passed away. The way I understand it, he died from a heart attack. He was 38.
I did not know him very well. Most of my interactions with him involved eating at a chinese restaurant. But I can tell you that he was a decent human being. In fact, of all the spouses my cousins have had, he has been the only one that has been a decent human being.
I was told about this three days after his death, and I did not know how to react to the news at first. But as the day progressed, I thought not just of him, but of his wife, my cousin, and of their two kids. I don't think she has a job. If she does, it doesn't pay very well. I'm not sure how they're going to get by now that he is gone. And this, more than anything else, filled me with sadness.
I know my family will support my cousin and her children should they need the support, but I wish I had the ability to do something for them. I mean, I'm sure I have the ability to do something, but I can't think of anything useful.
I did not know him very well. Most of my interactions with him involved eating at a chinese restaurant. But I can tell you that he was a decent human being. In fact, of all the spouses my cousins have had, he has been the only one that has been a decent human being.
I was told about this three days after his death, and I did not know how to react to the news at first. But as the day progressed, I thought not just of him, but of his wife, my cousin, and of their two kids. I don't think she has a job. If she does, it doesn't pay very well. I'm not sure how they're going to get by now that he is gone. And this, more than anything else, filled me with sadness.
I know my family will support my cousin and her children should they need the support, but I wish I had the ability to do something for them. I mean, I'm sure I have the ability to do something, but I can't think of anything useful.