I'm sitting here in my home by myself. Partner at work and far from my family.
This morning I have had news of the worst kind. The cousin i have been closest to through my life time has just this morning, died.
He was 3 years older than I. When growing up he was the person closest to me that I looked up to. He started me on bike riding. He encouraged me to take up shooting. I lived with him and his family for a year and he helped me with my homework at that time.
He contracted the big C and has been very ill. I visited him in hospital last week and had planned to visit him today.
I couldnt as he passed away at 6:45 this morning.
Seven years ago we had a massive arguement and we havent until last week, spoken to each other. When i visited him in hospital we just forgot about all the shit that had passed between us and chatted as we used to. He told his younger cousin what to do, he was just my cousin. We were just mates again.
Now he has gone. Why did we let all those years go by just ignoring each other, I dont know. maybe we were too much alike. Too proud too stubborn to approach each other.
I'm 50 years old and I'm sitting here wiping the tears away and feeling as useless as hell.
Life is too fucking short to let stupid arguements ruin things.
MIKE, I thank you for looking after your little cousin. I thank you for teaching my that 22/7 is Pi and what it means. I thank you for letting me ride your Francis Barnett 200cc motorbike when I was 13. For showing me how to have fun with a .22 bolt action rifle. For putting up with me.
Most of all thanks for being my cousin.
Mr(aka Chris Breen)
Dedicated ro my cousin
Michael Moodie ( died July 21, 2007)
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