It's not that I didn't get what I wanted. Dec. 19, 2009 my cousin went to get a lung transplant because he had cystic fibrosis, the procedure had a 97% success rate. Dec. 20, he made it through the surgery OK however when it came time for him to wake up out of the anesthesia something happened and he died (at age 19).
He was the person I could always talk to, rely on for help and inspiration, and he was going to be the drummer for our band. We were like brothers. This was the 1st time someone died from the modern procedure so an autopsy was needed to find out what happened and we still don't know the results. His funeral was on Dec. 24, Christmas Eve so it did not feel like Christmas at all; it feel like empty days of sadness for everyone.
As for me, I was devastated but I knew that he didn't want to see us cry but move on, remember him, and do our best without him. It was like half of me was gone so even though I got what I wanted for Christmas and my birthday, stuff is not going to fill the void so I hope I can fill that void with family and friends both new and old.