The Dead Don't Blame
So, I will start off with saying that this is something I have been avoiding for fifteen years; writing about this subject. The day my cousin died has had an everlasting effect on me. It changed nearly everything about my world in one fell swoop and I am still dealing with the aftermath after all these years. The events of that day have been a river of strife for me that I still seem to be crossing. I am hoping that in writing this, that I can relieve some of this depression and grief that I’ve been holding onto for what seems my whole adult life. I’ve been known to wear my heart on my sleeve sometimes and this is one of those times. A couple days before my cousin passed away, my wife’s grandmother also died. The night before the funeral, she stayed with her dad, aunt, and uncle while I stayed home with my cousin and his wife. My cousin didn’t stay in long because he went out to party with his other cousins. Which pretty much led me to just hanging around in my room all night an