Today my extended family lost someone much too young. My 18 month old cousin Bryler fell in a swimming pool yesterday and was missing for several minutes before he was discovered. His Mom and Grandmother and several other family members performed CPR and tried to revive him while waiting on the ambulance (Which took quite a while as they live in the backwoods of southern Oklahoma). The ER staff worked on him for an hour and finally got a pulse so he was flown to Baylor Dallas, put on life support, and never woke up. He didn't have any brain activity and was taken off of life support this afternoon. So fucking sad. I want to rage against something but just feel empty now.
I think one of the things that kept me tied to the WT long after I had given up on it was my Best Friend D., he was a year older than me, my cousin, and the person whom I loved and looked up to the most in the world. He was also, like me, a Witness and I hung on a long time because I couldn't imagine doing anything that would hurt him. I miss him terribly.
He died June 10th 2004. Bryler would have been his 1st Grandson.