Today is the 2nd anniversary of my cousin, Michael, being killed in Iraq.
He was a medic with the US Army who was killed by a bomb as he was running to help a fallen comrade.
How unfair is that? He lost his life trying to save someone else's!!!

Today I feel so... for lack of a better word... lost. We were so close and to lose him in such a horrific way is just...

and we need help because all last night I was having night nightmares about him and his death and/or just dreams
about him and when we would wake up remember that he is dead, little Manda would scream, "Mikey!!!!" and start crying
and today she is inconsolable (and I am having a rough day dealing the anniversary too)
Grr... how am I supposed to try and console her when I feel so... lost... myself???