Monday the 11th I lost my 15 year old cousin and its been really hard on me an my family and I try everyday not to think about it. But its really hard on me and my family and if it wasn't for him being in my life I don't know where I would be till this day I love and miss him so much I don't know why he had to go but it wasn't time for him to leave me and I miss him like with other day I don't know when I will see him again but my grandma always told me its never a goodbye its always ill see you later. his birthdays aren't going to be the same... our thanksgiving and Christmas aren't going to be the same with out him.... nothing will be the same with out him I told myself I was going to go with me but then I was like I cant have my family lose me on the day they lost their son. I want him back home.. God should have not took him so soon. he had his life ahead of him and I don't get why he had to go soo soon. It's like me saying oh I'm going to kill myself because of my life being so damn hard and stressful. he was in so many sports and he was in track and basketball. he was so kind and willing to help people. he always stood up for people in the family he was always friendly I still cant believe his gone. I just want him back in my arms saying I love you and I missed you guys I always want to wake up from a dream. I don't want this to be real but u have no choice I need him I want him back. I want him to tell me everything will be alright. I want him to be right next to when I get up in the mornings and telling me Destiny wake up its time for school or time to go to work even though you don't want to. I miss him saying that to me. why does he have to be gone.
