Monday, February 22, 2010

My Cousin Died

This is not a pleasant post; feel free to skip it.

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Isn't it weird that one day someone's there and the next she's diagnosed with a rare form of cancer and a couple weeks later, she's gone?  I think that's weird.  Especially when she's only 47 years old.

My cousin had an exceptionally hard life.  Her mother committed suicide when she was only about a year old.  Her father eventually married my aunt (a widow by suicide) and my aunt raised her and her plethora of siblings.  I grew up with them.  I attended so many funerals as a kid, as one by one they committed suicide.  The inherited their mother's illness (bipolar? I don't know the diagnosis). 

I was a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding.  I won't be attending her funeral.  I've done my share of funerals.  I'm sorry she went this way, but I'm glad her ordeal is over.  And I don't mean the cancer; that was a short ordeal.  I mean the mental illness.  She (and everyone around her) really suffered from that.  I'm glad she went "naturally" (not that I mean cancer is "natural") and didn't kill herself like most of her brothers and sisters.  It's weird, the things to be grateful about in these situations. 

Death is weird, but it has nothing on life.

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The Hoot-Owl Harangue said...

I am so sorry to hear about your cousin... Sorry, as well, to hear about her sad times... I love you!

Tiff Moser said...

That is sad Sandi. I'm sorry. :-(

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