I received a phone call early this morning from my grandmother. My cousin has passed on at 1:45am AEST.
It was rather sudden although he has been battling a brain tumor for the last 6 years and sadly lost the battle this morning. He was happy, healthy and doing very well the last time I saw him. He has been through every treatment possible and 4 months ago they gave him one month. They said there was nothing else they could do for him except make him comfortable. We were lucky to have him with us for as long as we have. I will never forget how brave he has been through everything, he was always laughing and always enjoying himself.
My aunt is not handling this well and I will be flying over to be with her tomorrow morning. I'm feeling very lost realising that I will never speak to him again. He's always been like a brother to me more than a cousin, he's been there for me through everything, just as I have for him.
I miss him already. I'm sitting here playing the last voicemail he left me last week, and I still can't believe that he has gone. I suppose it will hit me after the funeral.