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I've lost quite a few relatives over the years, but there have been two that have particularly affected me.
The first was my cousin, who finally lost his lifelong battle with brain cancer at the age of seven. I was only ten, and while I was still a little creeped out when I was around him (like most kids, I was afraid of anything that was vastly different from most people), his passing still hit home to me because he was only a few months younger than my little brother, and the only thing that went through my head for a few weeks was, "What if my little brother dies?"
The second was fairly recent. It was my great grandmother, who I was very close to, and it still hurts a bit when I think about it. She was actually "hip" and although she was a hardcore Catholic, the times that she broke the rules she valued were hilarious. Her last couple of days were spent at the nursing home my mom works at. I went to visit her, and we'd made a deal that I would come back the following week and have tea with her (I'm a tea addict, and she insisted that I go to her house every week and have some with her). Two days later she'd passed on.
I can only imagine how hard it is to lose someone that close, and only wish you the best in coping with it. 
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