Not even 3 months after his father's death, my cousin died today. He was abusing drugs and alcohol for as long as I can remember. The last 15 years he lived in a small town outside Athens with his mother. He was flimsy and weak and incapable to work. So I knew that the moment his dad dies, he will take all the money left in the will and use it for heroin, pills and whatever his heart desires ... and he will die within a month. My sister refused to believe me ... she had hope ... Yesterday his mother went to find him in Athens because he refused to return home. She begged him to come back. He did because he was in no condition to argue. Today he started throwing up something black. She took him in the hospital where he died within a few hours. The doctors said that he was simply rotten inside. My sister is sad. I told her I cried for him 20 years ago when I realized he was "rotten in his head" and was using heroin. I told her then, that he was dead to me. No one understood why. I have this Kassandra Complex that haunts me. This death is no surprise. When my sister called and told me a moment ago I said :" what took him so long?" And she thinks I'm cruel and heartless. But I AM sad ... for him poor mother ... her tears and sorrow is unimaginable ...
One by one my father's bloodline is disappearing ...
Themis is now finally resting in peace ... R.I.P. you lil son of an alcoholic piece of shit. You brought nothing but pain shame and misery to everyone around you. R.I.P.
