To my cousin I miss my cousin, and I've recalled some memories about him these days. He did help me a lot, as what your brother did. I can still remember that one day he fighted for me. It was a normal day, on my 3rd grade of primary school. A bad mate fighted me, yes, I'm a weak child that period. I cried and ran to tell him, my cousin, a brother who stronger and older than me. He asked me for a that guy's name, and goes right after his target after lesson. When he got closer, my cousin took a big jump and kicked that guy's asses, like my hero. Is this story funny? Sadly, he couldn't tell his child anymore. His QQ (an IM tool in China) account's status was changed, by his wife instead of him, to: "Please, don't send any message to this account, he can't read it anymore. I appreciated that you people who chatted with him at any moment that he felt lonely. I'll remember your kindness, for him. ". "It was heart attack", my sister said. That disease took his life, at about 4 am. "He can be saved if his wife found his condition more earlier", people said. He won't be alive and stay with his family anymore, no matter how people compains. Sometimes, I can't even believe that he is dead, although I haven't met him for years. One day, in the year before he died, he borrow some money from me. He told me that he got some ecnomics problem. But I can't help him either, I'm not very well that period. Sometimes I feel guilty for this. Will he died if I lent him? No. "He got too fat", said his parent, "that is not good for health". The most important thing to kill him, is that he stays up late working in the night too often, that cause a heart attack. I got some money now, not too much, but I can lend him if he ask me agian. I miss you, bother.