We may have not seen a lot of each other. You may have called me witch because I only wore black when I was in high school. When we did see each other, you gave me beans. In that way you were more of a brother than a cousin. And now you are gone. You know, you were the first person I really remember seeing as a baby, the first person I seen grow up in front of me. I dreamt of you months ago, showing me the scar on your head from the operation. We were laughing cos the worst was over. Now the worst is reality. And we will all miss you. And right now, I do believe God wanted you to be with Him because of the person you are. It is not the tumour that took you, it is God. As you ascend to the stars, the night sky will be made all the more brighter. Just as this life was made brighter with you in it.