A Sad Saturday

My mother called me yesterday morning early. I don't like early morning weekend calls. I liked this one less. My cousin committed suicide early yesterday morning. I had to say that I was shocked. My mother was not. As a child, I remembered pitying him. My uncle had been married previously, and he was a product of that brief marriage. His mother did not want him -- completely rejected him. My aunt and uncle then had three children of their own. It's no wonder he never seemed to fit in. He was the "oldest" of all the grandchildren (when he was counted). All the pain finally caught up with him. He shot himself in the heart -- completing his heartbreak.