
This past weekend I have realized how much my family REALLY means to me. We had the opportunity to go to pine view as a family. It was SO much fun, we had the wave runners, all the beach toys, everything. We were having such a good time. Well Friday afternoon we get a text saying my cousin Curtis was taken to the hospital due to drug overdose, he was unresponsive and it wasn't looking good for him. We all figured if anybody can pull through its Curt, he's the strongest person we know. Well Saturday we get news that he isn't going to wake up and to go say our goodbyes. my mom decided it'd be best not to let me see him like that so her and Brandon just ran up. I still thought MAYBE he'd wake up, I was praying "Keep fighting Curt, You can beat this!" Around 720 last night we got the call we'd all been hoping against. "Curtis died about 20 minutes ago." I immediately lost it, Nick ran over and wrapped his arms around me. It still doesn't seem real. Than we find out it was intentional. SUICIDE?! He's got two kids. He wouldn't do that! (I'm still in denial) I'm not gonna lie and say me and Curt were best friends. But i do have a lot of memories with him. I remember on his wedding day he came up to me and said "You need to start carrying around a baseball bat or there are gonna be guys all over you" He always knew when I was having a bad day and he'd wrap me in his arms and just hug me. I loved him so much, I REALLY hope he knew that. I looked up to him SO much. He was 24 years old and leaves behind 2 year old twins. Rest in Peace Curty, You were loved more than you know!