I guess I'm at the point in my life where there are more funerals than weddings, at least until life circles around again and the teens and their cousins get old enough to marry. My cousin died, quite unexpectedly, and very young (49). The priest used this Kierkegaard quote as the touchstone of his sermon:
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
It was a nice service, and J's 4 siblings were there to lay her to rest and comfort her husband (no children; parents predeceased). I remember reading a thread on Reddit about which would be worse: to be the child who lives through all your sibling's funerals, or the one who lives through none of them. All 7 of my siblings are alive, and this is weighing heavy on my heart. I'm so sad for my cousins.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
That was my senior yearbook quote. I thought I was being very deep at the time.
I'm so sorry about your cousin. One of my cousins died very young; he was 20, I think. It still weighs on me but it was so much more tragic for his parents. Are your cousins parents still alive? I can't imagine what it must be like to bury a child. T&Ps to you and to them.