Brothers forever..
My cousin's funeral processions were today. The hardest day I can remember. I don't think even sending my dad off to his final resting place was this hard. Maybe time has dulled the fading memory. Dad was easier to accept though.. He had a heart attack due to the lifestyle he had, eating habits mostly. Then ignored it too long, not on purpose I suppose, he thought it was gas. He was always taking antacids and stuff. They didn't work that time. So he suffered through the night. Even tried exercising. Without a blood thinner that might have made it worse. Then when he finally did get to the hospital, they explained there really wasn't much hope to even cling to.
Whereas my cousin.. he didn't do anything to cause it or make it worse; knowingly or otherwise. The hospital caused it. And gave nothing but hope. They were positive he'd be okay in a couple months. Then... gone. It happened so fast. And he was still so young. Just a little over the age of my brothers. Its still hard to wrap my head around
I remember when we finally let my dad go at the hospital. We cried and prayed, and waited. And after it was over and we were leaving. I walked into the elevator. Closed my eyes. Bowed my head. And just thought... I'll see you on the other side
I didn't like it, but I could deal. Accept. He lived a good mostly full life. Did most of the things he wanted to. Really enjoyed life. I got to spend a lot of time with him. We didn't go to many places, or actually do much. Just... hung out. Watched TV. Talked. Laughed...
For years I'd lost contact with my cousin. I don't hang out with my brothers much, my cousin did. They were into things I wasn't interested in. So I let it go. Then one night when I'm chilling at my brother's, my cousin calls him, invites him over. I tag along. Drive myself. We stay up all night. Outside, just talking. Texting on our cell phones, each of us to the woman in our lives. Though my brother's happened to be completely under the age limit, but whatever. He's an idiot sometimes. I think he had like 12 beers that night. Could barely walk whenever he got up. He left early. I stayed with my cousin the rest of the night. Something about him.. he and my brother had their own falling out of sorts. Mark grew up, my brother didn't. I did. Re-acquainting with my cousin and we hit it off big time. He was so much easier to talk to. Relate to. Listen to. More open minded and understanding. Helpful. Caring. Pretty much everything a brother could be, that neither of my brothers are.
When he was younger his family kicked him out. I don't know why. I really don't even care. But my parents took him in. I was either really young or not born yet, but he lived with my parents and my brothers. So they were definitely like brothers.
He's the one who started calling me bro, 'cause he felt like I was his little brother. And when I was younger I always really looked up to him and respected him. He always watched out for me. Respected me. Trusted me. He actually taught me a lot about character when I was younger. So he's always been the brother I've never had. Him and my dad had to have been the best influences. I've strived to be a decent person, 'cause my dad was an awesomely decent person. Now this world's lost another really decent person
But thanks to him, I now know what it's like
To have a brother, instead of just siblings
And I thank him for that. I just wish I could have had more time
So horribly untimely...
I'm wearing an earring right now. The mate to it I put in the casket. With a thank you note.
Brothers forever man
I love you
See you again someday
Whereas my cousin.. he didn't do anything to cause it or make it worse; knowingly or otherwise. The hospital caused it. And gave nothing but hope. They were positive he'd be okay in a couple months. Then... gone. It happened so fast. And he was still so young. Just a little over the age of my brothers. Its still hard to wrap my head around
I remember when we finally let my dad go at the hospital. We cried and prayed, and waited. And after it was over and we were leaving. I walked into the elevator. Closed my eyes. Bowed my head. And just thought... I'll see you on the other side
I didn't like it, but I could deal. Accept. He lived a good mostly full life. Did most of the things he wanted to. Really enjoyed life. I got to spend a lot of time with him. We didn't go to many places, or actually do much. Just... hung out. Watched TV. Talked. Laughed...
For years I'd lost contact with my cousin. I don't hang out with my brothers much, my cousin did. They were into things I wasn't interested in. So I let it go. Then one night when I'm chilling at my brother's, my cousin calls him, invites him over. I tag along. Drive myself. We stay up all night. Outside, just talking. Texting on our cell phones, each of us to the woman in our lives. Though my brother's happened to be completely under the age limit, but whatever. He's an idiot sometimes. I think he had like 12 beers that night. Could barely walk whenever he got up. He left early. I stayed with my cousin the rest of the night. Something about him.. he and my brother had their own falling out of sorts. Mark grew up, my brother didn't. I did. Re-acquainting with my cousin and we hit it off big time. He was so much easier to talk to. Relate to. Listen to. More open minded and understanding. Helpful. Caring. Pretty much everything a brother could be, that neither of my brothers are.
When he was younger his family kicked him out. I don't know why. I really don't even care. But my parents took him in. I was either really young or not born yet, but he lived with my parents and my brothers. So they were definitely like brothers.
He's the one who started calling me bro, 'cause he felt like I was his little brother. And when I was younger I always really looked up to him and respected him. He always watched out for me. Respected me. Trusted me. He actually taught me a lot about character when I was younger. So he's always been the brother I've never had. Him and my dad had to have been the best influences. I've strived to be a decent person, 'cause my dad was an awesomely decent person. Now this world's lost another really decent person
But thanks to him, I now know what it's like
To have a brother, instead of just siblings
And I thank him for that. I just wish I could have had more time
So horribly untimely...
I'm wearing an earring right now. The mate to it I put in the casket. With a thank you note.
Brothers forever man
I love you
See you again someday