Well, to start off, most of my family lives in Georgia and New Jersey. Most holidays we go and visit them, but this one we decided against it. Money and all that stuff. So we're sitting here, waking up on Christmas Eve, and my sister calls. My sister lives down in Georgia too. My mom starts talking to her and she says that my 2nd cousin died by cancer this morning.
My cousin, Dominique, had a battle against cancer for some time. She had leukemia and after seeing her go through chemotherapy and all the troubles that ensued, they decided against putting on her chemo again. When they took her for a checkup, they found that the leukemia was in remission. I can't tell you the full story, but she had another type of cancer that she needed treatment for, and that's what got to her this morning. I don't know what to do honestly.
To be truthful, I wasn't extremely close to my cousins down in Georgia. Since 2003, the most I've seen them is from going down south to visit every other holiday. And it was nice, you know. Being surrounded by family, all the kids around. So when the news hit me, I dunno how I felt, or how I should feel. 30 minutes ago when I heard my mom get the news she was almost in tears, and now I hear her joking around with a co-worker on the phone. I hope to God none of my family ever finds themselves reading this.
But I'm not trying to be judgmental. Cause I'm here doing the same thing. My baby cousin dies and my first response is to write a blog about it. I guess what I'm trying to say is it's funny how people react to things. It's almost as if my family KNOWS we should be depressed and grieving, but it's not truly sincere. I'm not saying I didn't love my cousin, it's just that it feels wrong to hear news like this and go right back to watching House on Hulu as if nothing happened. I loved my cousin just as much as I love the rest of my family.
dirtymac456
condelence.......may her good deeds be on our minds.R.I.P.