It was many years ago, but a few days ago was the anniversary of my cousins death. He committed suicide at the age of 12. He was older than I was, so I didn't really learn much about why until I was older. He had been bullied quite a bit in school, apparently. It's so sad, to want to kill yourself at such a young age. But it's been so long ago I just about missed his death anniversary. His dad died two years later so I don't know if there's anyone who really thinks about it. Perhaps my grandmother. She's...the one who found him. I can't imagine what that must've been like for her. But he made a big impact on my childhood; he was my favorite cousin, afterall. I don't know what life would've been like if he were still alive, but I just thought I would share this short old story that no one sheds tears over anymore. Because there used to be a little boy who would brighten my world and I just wanted to take the time to remember him again.
Thanks for reading this, whoever you are.
Thanks for reading this, whoever you are.