My cousin died last Saturday. He shot himself in the head. The police called us at 2 am Sunday morning. Mom had to call everyone else to let them know. Monday, I had to watch the kids while mom took care of everything (paperwork-wise). Tuesday, Zach and I went to go help clean out the apartment. We saw a huge, dried-up puddle of blood on the floor and a bullet hole with some of his scalp and hair on the ceiling. It was really sad. Today we went to the funeral. I miss him. He loved to play the piano and make up silly new words to songs. I hear them over and over in my head. He was a great guy.
Love, Melonie
(Age 15)
*All names have been changed in order to protect the privacy of those involved.
