Earlier, my cousin killed himself. Was in his car in the driveway of the home which he lived with his Mom. Put a gun under his chin, and pulled the trigger.
One of three brothers, he was always the quietest and most polite. What he'd say he'd do, he'd do. Unlike one of his brothers.
I grew up mostly in Tenn. and Virginia and we'd always come here to see them 1-3 times a year. All the family on both my Mom's and Dad's side lived here, so it was convenient. It was always a major treat when I'd get together with him and his two brothers (all of us close in age) . We always had mucho fun together. Playing pool, goofing off, playing games, the usual things kids do.
After school I moved and lived here for around 4 years and we were all buds. I always saw them and their parents. Even after their parents seperated, I still visited their parents.
Eventually I went out west for about 12 years so we kind of lost staying in touch. When I came back in '92, My Dad was in bad shape and in and out of the VA or a rest home. I learned that since my Dad was in bad shape, not one of them ever came to see my Dad, or even my Angelic Mom. My parents moved here and lived barely a mile away.
So because of that, I didn't visit them. My Dad was rough, wasn't liked by their Dad (my Dad's younger brother) or them. But I failed to understand why they couldn't at least visit him, being close to death as he was. Or even visit my Mom. I really resented all that. They did all come to his funeral though. Last time I talked to him, or any of them. He was, as always, a nice guy. They never called so I never called. Such is life I suppose.
Even after my Mom's bad accident last year, none of them came to visit, or even call. Yes, they knew. If you remember, she almost died, lost one eye and had broken ribs and a broken arm. Along with many bad cuts and bruises.
Life, it sure is full of regrets. I have about a zillion.
All I know is, he was taking diet pills (he wasn't badly overweight) and had been getting less hours at work. Leaving for work, in his car, he died. No notes left that I know of. Nothing said to anyone about being depressed.
Sad though, no one from his family cried at the funeral. Didn't even show any signs of unhappiness. Served food afterwards. He was cremated.
I'll miss you Joe.
Here's to ya :chug I'm so sorry I didn't see you more often. Please rest in peace.
