10/19/2025
A Few Days, An Eternity of Pain
Sitting here at my cousin's funeral. The tears don't just roll now; they gush, a hot, relentless torrent carving paths of sheer, agonizing pain down my face. It's an ocean I'm drowning in here, at your funeral, watching the reality sink in. This pain—this profound, earth-shattering hurt—is the one thing society can't steal from me, the one thing that refuses to be reasoned away.
My mind is a shattered photograph, and the only piece in focus is your face. A face I only got to know for mere days—a handful of borrowed moments—yet somehow, I feel you closer, more deeply, than people I've known a lifetime. Every memory is a fresh stab, a testament to the unfairness of this ending. I can't tell if this is grief or just a deep, terrifying vagueness settling over my soul today. All I know, all I cling to through this storm of sobs, is the desperate, silent plea in my heart: Please, cousin, don't ever fade away from me. Don't let those few days be all I have left.
