Memories of my cousin
Today would've been my cousin Petya's 37th birthday.
As I've written before, out of all of the relatives I lost, his death hit me differently. He was a teenager, only a year older than me. When my mom told me he died, part of me just couldn't quite process it. This couldn't be right. How could he die? But I also knew that there was no way my mom ( Read more... )
As I've written before, out of all of the relatives I lost, his death hit me differently. He was a teenager, only a year older than me. When my mom told me he died, part of me just couldn't quite process it. This couldn't be right. How could he die? But I also knew that there was no way my mom ( Read more... )
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I am glad that you are here, not only to remember your cousin but to speak about how those memories work. May you continue to remember him, but may you, as you've done here, assure him that you are remembering the good times. That is the best thing to do, and you are doing it.
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