Loss In The Family
Thursday, January 18th, 2007
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.


