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My spring semester was a truely rough one. I come from a big family (10 aunts and uncles, 25 first cousins, etc. on my mother's side alone) but despite the size we are very, very close. One of my youngest first cousins was killed this April and then another of my cousins was killed in June.
The first death was hard because of all the fond memories that we all shared as cousins. The second death was even harder because the police refused to release my cousin to us for a long time so we had to delay burial for a while.
We would often play together in a park across from my grandmother's house (which is still in our family today). The most innocent, purest love that we shared with one another was the best memory that I could have of my cousins. I don't care where we are in life, we ALWAYS got together and had a good time. We played together, got whooped together, shared with one another and I can honestly say that I would do anything to have them back just for one day, just to say I love you!
About 9 years ago my Aunt passed. She was so very special to me in a lot of ways. She was very young when she was taken from us as a result of heart failure. In my eyes at the time, she was the only somebody who loved me and she was my refuge when home was bad. My fondest memories of her include: her doing my cousins hair and my hair before we went to church, I can remember her being the life of every party and to this day her stories keep her wearing that crown, I can remember the great Lazagna and Mac-n-cheese that only she could make and most of all I can remember the times when she would take up for me and understand me the way no one every could.
CT4, I have to DITTO that thank you for this thread. Through this writing I have let out some major weight that was on my heart. Once again thank you.
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