My cousin Erik died yesterday. A bolt out of the blue – an illness turned into a raging infection that despite heroic measures, couldn’t be beat.
He’s the first member of my generation to die, on either side of the family. Far too young.
We grew up together, after a fashion. Christmas Eve or Day at the home farm. Various other visits.
As an adult he moved to Colorado, so was sort of a neighbor, if you don’t mind a couple hour drive.
He was a good man. Father of two. Husband. Son. Brother. Cousin. Friend.
We had a lot in common as grown ups. Similar careers and families, not to mention having to spell out “Nelsestuen” every. single. time.
If God has a plan, I can tell you it’s pretty hard to understand sometimes.
Rest in peace, Erik.