I hope it's okay that I post this here. I just need to get something off my chest. I could post it in the confession thread but I would prefer to post it here since this conversation keeps going on and on so the chances of me having to re read this in a few weeks is very slim.
Some of you may know that on September 14th my 17 year old cousin Nick committed suicide. What you don't know is that every day since it happened I blamed myself for it and I have never been able to forgive myself. There were rumors about him being gay going around the family and he was being excluded from family gatherings because of it and I said nothing.
Truth is, I was too wrapped up in my own life. Just two days before he took his own life, my mind ran on him and I was going to call him but I never did. I was too busy spending time with the people directly around me, my boyfriend, wasting time doing silly things like playing games or watching movies or reading. I wasted so much time when I should have set aside five minutes to call him and see how he was doing.
I kept saying "tomorrow" and tomorrow never came for us. I wish I had called him and asked about the rumors and even if they were true I would have told him that I still loved him and that I would always love him and that I will always be there for him no matter what anyone else says to him because he was abandoned by everyone in the family. Truth is he was abused as a child and I can relate to that so I feel guilty for never reaching out to him. I know being gay is wrong but I could have never judged him for it, that's God's job. Mine is to love him unconditionally because he was a child who needed someone to love him and I feel as if I failed him.
I wish I had made that call. I will never forget that on September 14th at around 4:00 pm my cousin called and told me that Nick had hung himself. At first it didn't register so I said "ok" and I hung up. Then the tears began pouring and I called her back and asked "Is he dead?" and she said "yes" and I had to break the news to everyone in my house.
I was so shocked because he was always a boy who refused to let the world get him down. When he was born his father and mother abandoned him and refused to care for him so my mother was the one who took care of him financially while he lived with my grand dad. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he came to live with us? Would he still be alive? What would his life be like if I had made that one call? I can remember it all like it was yesterday.
I remember what I was wearing when I found out, I remember what I wore to go see his father, my uncle that night. It's something that I can never forget. I remember the funeral because it was my first burial and I was so angry because I looked at him and I did not recognize him. He looked different and it rained that day so much. I remember the rituals and everything that was done, and I remember coming home and tearing everything I was wearing off and throwing it away because it felt dirty and wrong, it felt wrong that he was dead and I was trying to get rid of the memories.
I did not sleep that night, every time I closed my eyes I saw him lying there in that casket. I laid in bed all night with the lights on till the sun came out and that made me angry too, I was angry because the sun came out and it was such a beautiful day and it was perfect out as if nothing bad happened the day before. I felt as if the would should be morning that this boy took his own life because nobody cared enough to reach out.
Even now, I sit here and I wonder to myself what if I made that call? What if I had spoken to him? Would it have helped? Would he still be alive? This guilt... is something I carry around with me every day of my life. Sometimes I feel as if I see him, be it across the street, in a store, I see glimpses of him everywhere. I know it's my mind playing tricks on me and that he's gone but it's so hard to let go.
Sometimes I feel as if God is punishing me for being selfish and not reaching out to my cousin because after he died, so many bad things began happening. After he died about 11 other people died that year and it was just the same scenario on repeat over and over again including my best friend in October. Maybe God is really angry at me for being selfish and not saving my cousin which is why I am having such a hard time with life right now?
I don't know.. I just wish I reached out to him.