My 10 year old cousin just passed away.

This isn't the most appropriate thing to discuss on my blog. I know. But my head is gonna explode if I don't share anything.

This is not a post as a tribute to him, but a post to share my thoughts regarding the unfortunate incident. I'm not the one who has to say, "My brother died." Or, "My son passed away." so I cannot empathise for his family. TBH, when I first got word of his passing, I swear, I couldn't tell what I was feeling. It wasn't unhappiness, it wasn't shock. I really couldn't tell. Maybe I really have become very insensitive over the years.

I think I'm selfish, because what it felt was very close to fear. Only recurring. I dreamt of him last night. Details are not appropriate to discuss. An imaginary scene keeps replaying itself in my head over and over. And the fear keeps coming back. Life is short.