3 in 3

Found out early this afternoon my cousin Michael, the one who got shot a year ago and whose mom died of cancer two years ago, had a brain aneurysm burst this morning and died this afternoon.  I’m pretty unemotional about it.  I mean, I feel bad that he died, but that’s about it.  I didn’t cry.  I’m not particularly upset.  It is a coincidence that he was the reason my mom’s family didn’t come to my college graduation last year and he dies on the day of another cousin’s college graduation.  (She’ll be the second grandchild to have a bachelor’s degree, I was the first.) I guess my strongest emotion at the moment is anger at Michael.  How dare he ruin two graduations?  

They were able to use several of his organs, which might be the best thing that kid ever did.  

This is the third death in the family in three years.  My aunt in 2007, cousin Jeffery in 2008 and Michael today.  I’m really tired of going to funerals.