So my cousin died. The private viewing of him was today. My aunt is hysterical and couldn't stop shaking. It's hard to see her like that. I think it's the first time they saw me cry, of course, since my enfance. Is that the right word? Enfancy...enfantcy, infancy?...I don't know. When I was a younger child.
I didn't too much, but remembering how we used to play when we were kids and how he always protected me, I guess it brought back a ton of memories seeing him lying there. I didn't shed any tears until I saw him. Really I was just staring at his feet because my Aunt was hugging and crying over his face and upper half. I stood back and looked at his feet sticking up from under the blanket.
I'd never been to a wake, and the actual wakes are tomorrow, which I'm also going to. The funeral's on Friday.
He was in a car accident. I think road conditions were icy and that was a factor or the cause. He just graduated last year. My other cousin (his brother) got called to the site and saw him. I'm sure that would be dreadful. Nan says he'll take it hard.
So that's my week. Missing a bit of school, but hopefully I'll catch up. I've been doing okay in some of my courses this semester. Woot lunar eclipse.
Night