THis is an update to my Miracles post. My cousin Bobby passed away this evening. I just don't understand. I was lucky and got to see him today before he died. But the reason why I'm so pissed is because he was 18. I'll say it again, he was 18. There is no reason why an 18 year old kid should have to die. There is no reason why a kid as good as he was should leave. He was funny, smart, and getting ready to play football for Marshall University. He had his entire life ahead of him. Everyone keeps telling me "he's in a better place now, he's with God" well you know what? I call bullshit. I want him here with me. I want him here so I can keep playing poker with him. I want him here so I can take him out to a bar. I want him here so I can tell him I love him again. I just want him here. I just can't accept this. I know that these are selfish reasons, but he was such a good kid. He would have made and excellent husband and father. I know this is filled with so much negativity, but right now, I just don't know how else to feel and I don't know how to deal with it all.