I had a cousin, I guess he was my cousin, since he was my cousins' cousin, named Jamie. Every time we were able to hang out together or play together we got along wonderfully. He was so good at making me laugh and even though he had one of those southern accents I wasn't too fond of, I didn't even mind because I loved him so much. These chances I got to see him were rare since he had to be visiting my aunt at the same time I was. But there were a couple of summers of fun I shared with him. Unfortunately, the last time I was visiting my aunt, about a year and a half ago, we received a call in the middle of the night announcing his death. It was so unfair. He had become the victim of one of those odd teenager games that southern boys played, a test of strength or endurance. More like a game of stupidity and recklessness. But I didn't blame Jamie, nor did I hate him for what he had accidentally done to himself. I wish someone would have been able to help him, somehow, by chance, someone would have walked in and had seen that he had gotten himself into a great deal of trouble. He wouldn't have been perfectly fine, no injuries at all, if only... But that is only an "if".
After my aunt hung up the phone, it took her nearly half an hour to stop crying enough to tell me, and all I could do was cry with her until my uncle got home so he would know about his nephew...
And we had no idea how to tell my cousins, who were much younger than me then...
I know he is in a better place now, though, and I know I might get the chance to see him again, and then I would say "Hey, you're stupid, you know that?" and he would just laugh with me.
p3Blossom rolled 20 100-sided dice:
41, 97, 63, 91, 45, 79, 7, 4, 3, 41, 68, 80, 88, 26, 21, 72, 88, 71, 88, 83
Total: 1156 (20-2000)
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