Loss In The Family

My baby cousin died today.

He was nineteen years old.

I last saw him at Thanksgiving dinner.  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.  Being a teenager is hard.  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.  He would giggle and cry and demand to be fed.

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