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Just got back from Beausejour. It was the viewing for my cousin Colin. It was alternately heartbreaking and awkward- he was only a few years older than me, and died of a heart attack. And while we were cousins, I don't really remember ever meeting him, except maybe at the funerals for my dad and my grandma.
The hardest was seeing my uncle Phillip cry. I can't imagine the pain of having your children die. Also, he still looks so much like my father- the only time I saw my dad cry was when my cousin Jennifer died. I just have this memory of dad holding me and sobbing, I was more scared of that than sad about my younger cousin.
The funeral is on Wednesday.
The hardest was seeing my uncle Phillip cry. I can't imagine the pain of having your children die. Also, he still looks so much like my father- the only time I saw my dad cry was when my cousin Jennifer died. I just have this memory of dad holding me and sobbing, I was more scared of that than sad about my younger cousin.
The funeral is on Wednesday.
