Going Home

There are some things easy to articulate and some that are not. This is one of those times I find myself wordless.

My favorite boy cousin has been fighting a battle for a while. Yesterday his body couldn’t fight anymore and his soul went home.

Every great early childhood memory I have includes him. From the moment my grandparents brought me home he was my protector. The only one allowed to call me Angel. He was funny, sweet and tough as nails, as the men in my family are wont to be.

He is my cousin on my birth mothers side. The cousins I missed so much time with, the ones I’ve only been reunited with for what seems like a short time.

I need them to stop dying, seriously, I can’t do much more of this.

So Pat, until I see you again, I love you, I hope you are having a great reunion with your mom, dad and sister.

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