The Lives of My Loved Ones

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Saysha Broussard
February 20, 2013
English
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The Lives of My Loved Ones

When I think of them, I feel regrets of my presence being absent occasionally. I have lost two family members, within half of a month apart. The pain that I go through is unbearable due to lack of their touch or sight. Death can be a very hurtful and scary, but picturing eternal afterlife can be so beautiful. I will be sharing my experience of losing two family members.

I had a wonderful cousin, who loved to love people and have fun, who went by the name of Darrel Broussard. Since he was one of the youngest in the family, we referred to him as “Pee-Wee”. He was a very handsome and laid-back young man. Darrel was twenty-four years old who survived by two beautiful little girls. He left behind a huge and beautiful family, including his favorite cousin, which is me.

The last time I spent time with Darrel, he had taken me to the fair. I had a good time that night, despite the fact that he didn’t want to join me on any rides. He bought me a pair of shades, which I still have to this day. He also bought himself a couple of things that grabbed his attention. He didn’t mind spending money on me because we had been favorite cousins since our younger ages. Throughout our lives, we lost contact, but eventually reconnected like magnets. I slowly stopped hearing from him, until I found out the devastating news from his father, which is my uncle.

December 20, 2012 was the date that I received the news that his lovely soul had suddenly been taken away from him. The death of him slashed my heart deeply, while tearing me into pieces. It felt as if my heart had shattered, like a broken mirror. While he was home alone, quietly minding his business, a male broke into his home not knowing Darrel was there. My cousin put up a good fight for his life, as evidence stated Darrel had the victim’s skin under his nails. His mother came home to find him deceased.

The funeral of my loved cousin...
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