My cousin just became one today. He was shot last night and he died this morning. He just turned 22. Like the stats say he didn't make it to his 25th birthday. I can't think. My Aunt who has cancer that I meantioned before has to bury her youngest child. I can't help but wonder if it's some sort of Karmic revenge. I wasn't very close to my cousin in what turns out now to be his final years. He was living foul. Smoking weed and stealing from his Mother who he seemed to spawn hate for. I'm not even sure why. So much hate that he sided with his abusive father who attempted to burn her to death a few years ago.
I'm at a loss. My Mom will have to help her go identify her child at the morgue today. My mind has paused and my body is on auto pilot. My stomach is one big knot. My tongue can't even produce the words to comfort anyone. My eyes can't cry. Have I turned to ice?
I will have to leave here and go to my Aunt. Just to be there for her and my Siblings who were very close to my cousin.
I have to prep myself for another family funeral. I hate funerals.
Later.
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