Monday, December 26, 2011

You never think that you will wake up in the morning to the news of someone close to you dying, let alone on the morning of Christmas Eve. My cousin Gabe was only 34, the same age as my brother Esteban. It hurts so much to see his brother and sisters, my cousins, in pain. Last night I watched as the three of them posed for a picture, and for a second I forgot and thought, One of them's missing, aren't there four? Grief is a weird thing. I did normal things today. I got my oil changed, I went to the mall. And I was mad at every person I came across. Again, I forgot, and wondered why I was in such a bad mood. I'm praying for my family, that God will comfort us with the fact that Gabe is with Him now. Still. It's hard.

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