With the past passing of my parents, how could life get worse.
Although things were going fantastic this year....
This is about my cousin Shawn. Don't take "cousin" lightly. He was my BEST friend since my birth (always was). My mom and his mom were best friends and his mom married my mom's brother (all this before we were born). From playing in the same play pen, to going on every family trip together. He was the closest thing I had to a brother and often called "brothers from another mother".
About 16 years ago was forced into the army and was over in Germany until the war in Iraq. He was then shipped over there for too long. He did finally come "home" to the USA a couple years ago, but was stationed away. Had to go back to Iraq one more time. Finally home for good, his time was more than served. We did get to meet up when we went to the big car shows in the northeast (we were *always* into cars).
So over this past summer we are both 34 years old and supposed to meet again at Englishtown raceway just like usual. A week before the show, I was informed that he passed away.... in front if his 13 year old son. Words can not describe how destroyed I am.
Shawn and I in the play pen:
A few years later at my birthday party. I have the firehat on (woot!), he is wearing the multi colored shirt:
On vacation in NYC with my parents:
fast forward a lot.
Shawn and his son last year at the same show. Shawn in the blue shirt, his son in the black shirt with the hat on:
There will be no more photos of him. Shawn, you will always be so very missed...
Who do I have left these days? Thank god for my Girl..