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This is a rather long thread and it’s probably not gonna be a fun read so feel free to skip it. April 29th, two days ago, was the anniversary of my cousin Brian’s death. We finally had a memorial service, due to the pandemic they couldn’t really have one at first I believe. 1/9
If you know me you know I’m really not religious at all, and it was a church service, but still I do think it helped with closure. Being that he died only a few weeks into the pandemic, just before the height of my depressive episode, I don’t think I ever processed it. 2/9
Anyway, the point of this thread, at least initially, was for me to share some memories I had of him. I know no one reading this knew him, but the priest brought up sharing memories in his sermon, so I wanted to do that. 3/9
In this redo of the thread I wasn’t going to do that, though. I’ve tried too many times to type out this one memory I have of him but it always gets too long winded and rambles on, and even I don’t know what the point of that specific memory is or why it seems important. 4/9
Brian was a really cool, really funny, really nice guy, it sucks that he died, it sucks that the last time I’d seen him was at a funeral 3 years ago, it sucks that I can’t even think of a better memory of him, the world sucks. 5/9
Brian bleached his hair a whole decade ago and that summer our grandparents decided to buy a photo shoot for the whole family, for their 50th anniversary. Our grandmother was annoyed that Brian had bleach blond hair in these family photos. that’s it that’s the story. 6/9
It’s not even about him. It’s about our grandma’s reaction. It’s a shitty story but it’s one of a few I have of him. I’m upset I don’t have more. I have a shitty memory, and my memory of childhood is especially hazy, I remember feelings
better than actual events. 7/9
better than actual events. 7/9
