One year ago today, I was taking it easy with one of my to-be-bridesmaids; watching movies all day, talking about wedding plans, lounging in green pants and excited for the world. Later that night, I brought her to the airport to catch her flight back home when I received a phone call from my mom, crying, letting me know that my cousin had passed away.
He and I had never been particularly close, but loss isn’t a time to remember the should’ve/could’ves. It’s a time to remember the what-was. And I do remember and think about him often. The way he had this smirk that would make you shake your head and smile. His limitless energy and goofy words as a kid. His quite love for his nieces and nephews. His need to fit in, be accepted and be loved. His dreams for the Navy. The way he loved hunting or anything to do with his brothers-in-law. How happy he was when he talked about riding his dirt bike, ATV or pretty much anything with wheels. The good things. The blessed things.
We’ll think about you often, cousin; and love you more than you’ll ever know.
