*Disclaimer* I took this from my livejournal. Didn't feel like going through it and rewriting things to reflect as if i posted it today, or meant it for blogger. So there. So...I don't think i've ever actually posted anything of substance in this blog. And the odds of anyone actually reading it because they want to, not because they stumbled upon it as they were looking on other links is almost nonexistent. So here we go... Last Tuesday my brother aldo, my cousin Dulce, and I went to the driving range. We stayed till about midnight. We then decided to go back to the house to play some xbox games that we could all play together. In the middle of the third race, the phone rings. Mind you, it's 2:30 AM, who calls anyone at that time? It turns out to be my uncle Aldo from mexico. He calls to tell us that Dulce's cousin, Jorgito, had been in a bad motorcycle accident and that he was in intensive care. So we all start literarily freaking out, then gather ourselves to help dulce, who is having a breakdown. I try mybest to make her feel better as we book her a flight that same morning to go back to mexico to see her little brother, who is only 16 years old, as my brother secretly tells me that if she doesn't leave now, she may never see him again. We book her a flight at 6:30 am, so they leave the house at around 4 am. As the car pulls out of the driveway, it hits me. She's going back to mexico, I may not see her for years (it had already been 13 years since i've seen her or her brother or much of my mom's family), and so I run to my mom and cry, she's holding me for comfort. Later on, I fall asleep after playing Star Wars Battlefront II, a game which i use to attempt to distract myself from the actualy world. I fall asleep as the most beautiful sunrise filters through the living room window, bathing everything with an orange glow. Ironically, it was a very peaceful moment. I wake to hear my mom saying "no" repeatedly, crying. I run to the kitchen and i find her bawling on the kitchen table. I turn to aldo and ask what happened, and he says he passed away...i sat down in shock. I couldn't believe it. He was the youngest of all the boys, and there were only two male cousins living in mexico, as the rest of the boys were my brothers...My dad gets home, he had called the hospital in mexico and got all the details. It turns out he had passed away at 12:15 am, just about the time we were headed home from the driving range. Apparently, he was avoiding the mexican police. They are very corrupt, stealing money, cars, and anything they could, so he was scared that they were going to take his motorcycle away since he didn't have a helmet or a licence plate. While avoiding, he crashed into a parked car. The police, instead of calling for help, drove away, and we believe his best friend called both the ambulance and his father, my uncle. The last thing he ever said was "Can you bring me a glass of water? i'm thirsty" as he laid in the ICU...all of a sudden, he started shaking and then he passed. The autopsy revealed that he was bleeding internally, and he suffered from a heart attack. I don't even know what to do. I'm trying to live my life as I always do, but it's so hard. Everytime I see a motorcycle, i feel sick to my stomach. I want to yell out to them to be careful. My mom is paranoid everytime we leave the house. I talk to him when I can. Mostly when i'm alone, but sometimes when i'm at work, amid all the music and the dancing people, I talk to him. Just so he knows that I haven't forgotten about him. Just so he knows that i'll never forget about him. I'll always love him. I miss him so much. and I never got to say goodbye. I spoke to my uncle the next day. I have never heard him sound so sad. All i could tell him was that I loved him so much. That i was sorry that this happened. That if he needed anything, we would be there anytime. I love him so much. And it hurts me to see him and hear him in pain. The last time I saw my cousin was when he was on a webcam with his sister in my room, showing her her puppy, Dunky, that she missed so much. Before that, he was a rambunctious 3 or 4 year old, running around with so much energy. He invented one of the most famous nicknames for my grandmother. He was so smart. He was a genius with comuters. He used to build his own, and fix the transmitters for his district's police. He was loved by so many, and still is. I'll never forget about him. I miss him so much. He'll always be in my heart.