This is a story about my
family, for 4 or 5 years ago. everything was good, but then,
everything changed. My great-grandmother died. Because she
smoked too much. For a year my family was very sad. Then all was
good again, but suddenly my mother got cancer just before the
summer two years ago, then I broke down, I couldn't take it any
more, my great-grandmother just died, and then my mother got
cancer, but she started to go to Odense hospital to get healthy
again. She drove
all the way to Odense
and back again every day, for a year and a half, she was very
fed up, she almost didn't talk to me and my sister that time. My
sister had a real hard time.
Suddenly when my mother
was at the hospital she got three little blood clots in her
lung, and one big then in the other lung, she almost died in
that hospital but she made it. My mother is a very strong woman,
first she survived cancer and then a blood clot. Now she is
healthy and lives a normal life, she just has to go every three
month to the hospital to a control, because if you has had
cancer, the possibility to get cancer again is bigger than
people where didn't have cancer, but is altso only in five years
she are going to a check up. But now everything was good. My
mother was a live and we have forgot my great-grandmother in a
way. We lived happily after my mother get healthy, and all my
family had it good, my mothers aunt had just found a new man in
her live, and all was good. My mothers aunt moved to another
town, with her to children, my ''cousin'' Kasper, was very sad
in the old town they lived in, but then they moved , he got new
friends and he was really shining up, but in this winter
holiday, on his way home from school, in the school bus, he just
died at the back of the bus, all the people in the bus didn't
notice anything, but then the school bus, stopped at his house
he didn't get out, and the bus driver , looked down, at saw that
Kasper was not moving , he go down to see what was wrong, but my
cousin, was passed out, the bus driver, woke him up three times,
but then he died, i was together with my mother and dad, when my
mothers aunt, called and told us, my mother was crying a lot,
and couldn't understand anything, he was only thirteen years
old, My mother just came in and hug me, and we cried, my mother
and my grandmother, drove to Fyn, an hour later that day.
The next day, my
father,sister and me drove to Fyn, to my mother aunt house. But
then we came there is was like i couldn't cry any more, we was
where some times all was shit again.
Then the funeral was,
there was over 200 people in the just, i was in the front row,
because is should held and carry the coffin, my ''cousin'' was
my best friend in my family, his died tuke hand at me, i really
loved my cousin, like his was my brother!
Is cried a lot at the
funeral. Now my mothers aunt only got one child, and she is so
cute, she is only 9 years old, so she dos'ent understand very
much, but she understand that he is gone, forever.
My family ain't very
big, and i just fild that every body die in my family.
The doctor says that me
mother is healthy but sometimes i think what she is full of
cancer, because my family is very unlucky.
All thies bad things
make me realise that one's family is important, i really love my
family more than everything.
Me and my cousin was
really close, then we was younger we was almost together every
day, we was like brows, but then we got bigger, we grew of each
other. But in this year axelly we got good friends again, in the
Christmas holiday, we was at my place at we had it real good, i
only see him 5-10 times after that. And in the winter holiday he
died. I really miss him it four month ago he died. I dosent feel
like much time, i loved that boy, like my own brother, sometimes
he ask me about party's and i said that he was young to drink,
like a mother our something, but that was my family.
