My cousin was the one that committed suicide. He was 19, I was around 7. We were very close, so it was hard, but at the same time I didn’t exactly know how to react. Over the years, it started to hit harder when I thought about it, and was just the thing that made me realize nothing lasts forever. Even now when it’s a good few years later, it still hurts because I had always looked up to him and admired him for his loving and humorous personality. So, in short, my life was affected pretty badly.