Guilty by Dissociation

Death is strange. It bypasses those that deserve it, takes those that have so much to offer, and leaves us with a guilty peaceful feeling.. If anyone reads this, please say a prayer for my cousin. He wasn't supposed to live past the age of 6, I think, and he'll be 31 this year if he makes it..  He's in the hospital now.  He can't breathe on his own and they have him on a respirator. His mother signed a DNR today, so my mom has gone down there to be with her. This is so hard for my entire family and everyone is praying for everyone else and I think it's just now hitting me that he's going to die. Who's gonna recite The Night Before Christmas for me now..? Sure, it takes him 20 minutes, but he knows every fucking word. He'll never finish his book.. He doesn't deserve to be in so much pain...