My Mom died last year at age 74. she was never sick that I know of and I spoke with her that morning, that same afternoon my brother found her on the floor face down. She was DOA at the hospital.

Yesterday my cousin died at age 51 from brain cancer. The last time I saw him was at my Mom's funeral. We grew up together and even though we went our seperate ways in life we had a few good laughs and memories at my Mom's funeral. Now he is gone, it just seems that life is so unfair. We are here only a short while and then we are gone. What is this all about, I wonder. I will be going to his memorial service next week and will get to see my Aunt (his Mom) again and his siblings whom I havn't seen in a long time. I feel so sad losing him. He really had a sad life too. His wife left him after she found out he had brain cancer....so much for in sickness and in health. She said she couldn't deal with being with a dying man. It makes me wonder if my wife feels the same way with me having COPD.

I'm just sad today.

Eric