I lost my cousin tragically in August of 2011. I shocked my family and ripped me to my very core of everything I knew pain could be.
He died in a freak accident at work and I had just seen him three days before when he dropped my son off from school. I had no idea that would be the last time I would ever see him.
The night he died I remember exactly what I was doing, the song that was on, the conversation that I was having. I was flat ironing my hair and getting ready for work. My other cousin calls me and I'm thinking it's strange that he was calling me so late. He tells me that I need to sit down. I knew it was bad.
He tells me my cousin is dead. My ears start ringing and I can't breathe. This can't be happening. Not to my family.
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