Sad News
My 14 year old cousin, Julia, died early Saturday morning. She had been going to doctors, had just changed her inhaler, and everything seemed fine. Friday night she got home from a pool party and went to bed, she got up at 1 in the morning and woke up her parents to help her find her inhaler. As they were walking up the stairs she suddenly stopped and told them to call 911. They got her to her room and then called them, when they got back they found her older brother giving her CPR, I'm not sure she even made it to the hospital. When my Uncle Scott called my biological father he was in hysterics, and then Robert called my brother, which is how I found out. Oddly enough, this is the second time either my brother (or his wife) was the one to tell me about the death of not only someone I know, but some also under 20.
The feeling in my family seems to still be shock and disbelief, this is such an infinitely sad thing. We haven't really had much to do with my biological father's side of the family, the last time I saw Andrew and Julia, they were so little and rambunctious. I always feel conflicted about that side of the family, it's pretty obvious that I've got issues with my biological dad, and it's no secret that they've all just plain got issues, but their family and that's supposed to matter. Ever since my parents' divorce we've been so isolated from everyone in that family for so long that my brother and I couldn't even remember Julia's name. After my brother called and woke me up I just laid in bed running names through my head.
My mom told me that they donated her organs and had her cremated, I was concerned that she would have a problem with that (it goes against her religion) but she said that at least that means that something good would come from this, which is how I've always felt (I've got the little thing on my driver's lisence), they're taking her ashes to Albuquerque, we don't know if they are going to have a cerimony for her there, I don't know if I'd be able to go anyways, but after not even knowing about my granddad's funeral I think I'd like to.
Everything about this situation just makes me feel sick inside, it's hard to just push it aside and focus on what's happening here and now, but I guess that's something I've always had a problem with.
The feeling in my family seems to still be shock and disbelief, this is such an infinitely sad thing. We haven't really had much to do with my biological father's side of the family, the last time I saw Andrew and Julia, they were so little and rambunctious. I always feel conflicted about that side of the family, it's pretty obvious that I've got issues with my biological dad, and it's no secret that they've all just plain got issues, but their family and that's supposed to matter. Ever since my parents' divorce we've been so isolated from everyone in that family for so long that my brother and I couldn't even remember Julia's name. After my brother called and woke me up I just laid in bed running names through my head.
My mom told me that they donated her organs and had her cremated, I was concerned that she would have a problem with that (it goes against her religion) but she said that at least that means that something good would come from this, which is how I've always felt (I've got the little thing on my driver's lisence), they're taking her ashes to Albuquerque, we don't know if they are going to have a cerimony for her there, I don't know if I'd be able to go anyways, but after not even knowing about my granddad's funeral I think I'd like to.
Everything about this situation just makes me feel sick inside, it's hard to just push it aside and focus on what's happening here and now, but I guess that's something I've always had a problem with.