I just found out that my cousin Lavinia's son, Omar, died of a drug overdose on the 16th. He was such a handsome boy, very charming and full of life when I met him... he would have been about 10 then. I wish I could go down there to be with them. They're having a rosary tonight, but even if I could hop on a flight in the next hour I wouldn't get there until afterwards -- they live in a godforsaken corner of south TX so there aren't any direct flights. The funeral mass is tomorrow. I'm mulling over at least trying to get there for that if nothing else.
It's funny because I kept feeling like I wanted to go back down to the valley and see the family there; I was missing Dad and thought it would be nice to go visit the place again. I wish it had just been a coincidence. I like to think that Hannah is meeting her cousin for the first time now...
Why in the hell does this have to happen?
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