Yesterday, my cousin, Corey lost his life in a car accident. He was 21.
He was a picture perfect ideal of the man's man. He hunted, fished, restored Corvettes, had a Harley, jumped snowmobiles at 100mph, and knew what it meant to work hard. He lived in his father's footsteps, and filled those great boots with ease. He had a sharp tongue, but aside from constantly picking on me (because I'm so mechanically useless), I'm sure he commanded a hell of a lot of respect from his friends.
Though we're five years apart, we grew up together, and I regret not seeing him as much after he finally grew up. But I guess that's the price I have to pay for living in the slow lane.
Corey, you were a good man, and we're all sad to see you gone.
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