I don't know what else to say about it.
I woke up this morning to the sad news that my cousin was dying of cancer.
The last time I called my cousin,it was to cry incoherently to him over the phone to tell him how sorry I was that they were waiting on his seven year old son to die. Little Max died later that day. Of cancer.
But a few hours later this morning, before I could figure out what number to call and when would be the "best time" to reach out to him to tell him goodbye, I got the call from my aunt that he had passed.
Goodbye Russ. We didn't keep in touch as much as we should have, but I love you and I'll miss you. I know your wife and your two beautiful children will miss you, as will all your family (even us Yankees). Hug Max for me in heaven, and your Dad, and my brother. Give them all my love...