Not the gift I wanted

[mr_ten]

I went to my 28 year old cousins funeral today.  When we were growing up we would hang out two or three times a year, him, his brother, and me and my brother.  Just the four of us.  Since we were all around the same age we got along quite well.  Even then I remember him having no hair, a side affect of the cemothearapy.  Cancer had been in and out of most of his life, and yesterday I found out that it finally won.  At the funeral I spoke to his brother, to his Dad and Mom, but when I saw him in the casket the tears started to come.

I'll miss him, and even though we grew farther and farther apart as we got older I'll still remember the good times we had growing up as kids.