Remembering Those Who Have Passed.

rocketemokid: i am sorry about your brother, especially because he was so young, and the anniversary..even though this prbbly does not make to feel better..

i do not really miss my father, but lately i have really missed my mother, because it has been the 10 year and i have also realised i got rid of all pictures of them, and i cant even remember the face. i cannot remember voice, face, touch, height, the only thing left is a colouring book we coloured together, the movements of colouring making them still live on the pages. it makes me almost remember the voice, but it is always just outside my memory. stupid.

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You all are making me cry.
There's been many deaths in my family, some of people that I don't and do know.
There was one today actually. I remember meeting him at the funeral of my great-uncle. And I thought he was an amazing person..so full of life. Sweet, caring. So intelligent. He'd had children out of wedlock at a young age, but he got his life together after that. He couldn't of been more than 25. But. Today, he died of cardiac arrest.
My heart goes out to his more personal family..he had a brother of the same age. His son is young, and I especially feel for his mother. I could tell that he was his mother's everything..I just hope she's going through this well.

And my friend's brother. I've known this friend for about 5 months, and it wasn't until about 2 months ago when he told me about his brother..his brother hung himself two years ago. My friend was the one who found him and took him down. And he harbours all of guilt, and I hate it so much. To cope with his brother's death, he's gone to drinking, which scares me so much. Every little thing now will cause him to drink. But anyway, I just wanted to put his brother here in this thread even though I never got to know him.

Double post. But it's relevant.
My cousin died this morning at 6:58 am. He was twenty-five.
He'd been battling cancer since he was 19, and at a point, he was doing fine. But a couple of weeks ago, the doctors told him that the cancer had spread to his brain. And from there, the future was bleak. He was doing well afterwards; he had a surgery that lengthened the amount of enjoyable days. He even traveled to England to visit his grandmother about two weeks ago. About a week ago, he was readmitted to the hospital, and transferred to another where he rapidly deteriorated. The doctors said any day, but we didn't expect it this soon.
He was 25. He was an only child. I didn't know him too well, but he was still my cousin. I remember one Thanksgiving where we were all in the Poconos, and he woke me up from a nap to give me a Scuba Diver Barbie doll that he bought for me.
Now he's gone.