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This isn't a normal image for me. If you hate bad news, probably best to turn away now.

I've been meaning to upload something like this for a while, but kept putting it off; "I have an assignment to hand in", "I can't properly word such a thing now" or "I'm tired" and whatnot. Well, it's about time I got around to it.

Even now, though, almost two weeks after it happened, it's still difficult to write down what happened. As if by denying it I can somehow change the world.
Well, I can't, and I've got to come to terms with it, even though my blood burns and my heart is ripped apart as I type this.

My cousin is dead.

He was sitting in his room when he had a heart attack. He didn't manage to get up from his chair or tell anyone.
He was thirty-four and, as far as I knew, perfectly healthy. He was intelligent, witty, funny, and a great friend.

And though he's gone, he will live on in my heart forevermore...