My baby cousin died today.
He was nineteen years old.
I last saw him at Thanksgiving dinner.Â He seemed robust but a bit teenagerish. I knew he got in trouble sometimes but I thought he would find something good to do, something he cared about, eventually.Â Being a teenager is hard.Â Sometimes the consequences are just too awful.
When I was in junior high I would visit my aunt and uncle and my infant cousin in their ground floor apartment a few blocks from us.Â He would giggle and cry and demand to be fed.