My cousin Michael was perfect. We met when he was 9 and I was 13. Since he and I were the same nationality, Assyrian-we always considered ourselves related. I would regale him with the new adventures of Leslie and he would laugh and always give me great advice. He also was the only Assyrian who never told me to lose weight. I loved him for that too!
Michael was perfect. Seriously, even when he had hair, his hair was perfect. He knew what to do in every situation. I marveled on how different we were, but how close we both were to each other. He was always there for me, and I hope I was always there for him.
He was a gourmet chef --I barely make pancakes.
He spoke Latin, Farsi, Assyrian, German and French. I speak English. (I understand a few Assyrian words-but don't test me!)
He was an amazing father, and he didn't have the luxury of growing up with one--as his father was away working. He was brought up by his mother, and his aunts. My father died at 16.
He loved history, reading, baseball (YANKEES). I only read biographies of famous people.
One Christmas we told each other our presents before they were opened. "You got some book on history." The Civil War one, he asked as his eyes lighted up before me. I received an Alice Cooper album---Schools Out was the title. We both were very happy.
Two years ago, he went to the doctor and found out he had cancer in his neck and throat area. This year I found out I had breast cancer. When I called to tell him, I said: I love you so much, I got the same disease you have. He laughed.
I loved the sound of his laughter. I will miss him, his laughter his advice and him just being around.
I will also write more when I can do so without cry! For now, remember to be kind to each other, you just never know when your life will change.