Death.... To people it means many different things. Some people may not think anything of it, until it strikes close to them. I know first hand what losing someone dearly feels like. I never thought once about it, until I lost my cousin. When I first heard of my cousin dying, I went into denial. I was 10 or eleven, not old enough yet to understand, why god would take someone so special to you away from you . I was crushed when it happened. It was like a part of me was missing, like someone had ripped my heart out and set fire to it. When I learned he had died. I kept thinking that it was a dream and I was going to wake up and see him, but yet this wasn't a dream. Everywhere I went it hurt more, all friends and family telling me how sorry they were just seemed to keep making me think more and more about it. I didn't want to think about it; I wanted it to be over with. The hurt, the pain. The tears. The suffering. I wanted it to all go away and everything to go back to normal. When I came to my senses and realized that he was never coming back. I had a feeling I can't even describe.It was almost an empty feeling. Like I wanted to speak but words couldn't come out. I knew I had lost someone that could never be replaced. No matter how hard I cried. No matter who may come into your life, you can never replace your family. It's just not the same.