Loss

My dearest cousin Jimmy, passed away last month. He was 19 years old and had muscular dystrophy (was in a wheelchair). He was that one person in my family who I was close to. When we were younger we'd always play together, he was more like a best friend an older brother even. At family get togethers it was nice having him around because he was the only person around my age who I can talk to when something was bothering me. Now he's gone forever. He was one of the most nicest kids I think a person will ever meet. The funeral was one of the single hardest things I think I ever done in my life. I'm so used to seeing my family together in really happy times, celebrating holidays and birthdays but this one time was really depressing because we had lost Jimmy. He never once complained about being in a wheel chair. I miss him so much. I never thought I'd miss someone as much as I miss him. I loved him. I know he's in a better place.
R.I.P. Jimmy Marshall.