My cousin Kurt and I at a family wedding in 1993. In 2005, he died after being in a coma from an overdose for three days. Because of a family rift, no one told me and I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I found out days later, while driving through Alberta to see TSE. I miss him all the time, even though he didn’t always treat me the greatest, he was still one of my favorite people. Be good to each other.