He was a good boy. Good to his parents; good to his family; and a good friend. He was good to me.
I miss him. I wish I hadn't missed that last chance to see him a few weeks back. I won't see him again in this life.
I'm sad for his parents, for his family, for his friends. I'm sad for me.
Wherever you are tonight, I'm thinking of you. When I look up at the light of the stars, I hope you know I'm looking for you.
I miss you cousin.