Today my family and I spent the whole evening at the funeral house, to farewell my cousin's mother who died of neumonia after a sexi year strugglw with cancer. Honestly, I didn't cry because of that poor woman's death, for she left before her pain was umbearable, so she didn't suffer greatly. But watching my 15 year old cousin crying and screaming because he wanted his mother with him cracked me up so hard, that I had to leave for a while and cry on my uncle's shoulder. I can't even think of what he's going through. I was so exhausted I fall sleep at 9, now it's 2 am... I just woke up.