• My cousin died of cancer last month. He went to my school. He was 14 years old. He had leukemia and lymphoma. He was an awesome cousin. He was caring, cool, funny, active, and nice. I never thought he would die so soon. His funeral was the most depressing thing I been through, and that has been a lot. The school was even depressed. I don't see why he had to die so soon. Why him? I never knew how much I would miss him. I cried night after night about him. I would do anything to have him alive again. I would even switch him, and have me have cancer instead of him. I' am writing this because I want people to know that they don't know what they have until they lose it, and they will miss it forever.