My cousin

Febuary has been a month of grief and loss in our family. My cousin and Godfather passed away this month after a long fight with cancer. He fought it to the bitter end and had many years of living in these past years. He was 50 years old way to young and with that comes many questions of why. He farmed my grandparents land and loved it out there. I figure God needed a farmer to help him out. He loved farm work and his family. Their raw pain is very hard to see. He left a hug imprint on this earth which was shown by all who came to his memorial. For me personally he was one of those people in my childhood who made me feel special. He took his role as my Godfather seriously, then again that is a common trait him and I shared was being very serious:) He and I along with my sister shared the same birthday. That was three first cousins all on the same day. That is a day I am dreading but believe he is in heaven and pain free at last. It is best to remember how people lived and he lived as God would want us to. We will always miss you.