Mommy's 34 year old nephew (Aunt Ellen's son) Tristan died suddenly at the end of August. The final report of the Medical Examiner was that he died of a seizure and that there were signs of a prior seizure. Mommy was really sad. We were heading to Greenwich Point Beach when we heard the news. That day, all Mommy could think of was Tristan as a little boy, since Alex looks so much like Tristan at that age.
Aunt Ellen decided to have Tristan cremated and to hold a memorial afterwards. We promised that we would be there. It was held in Center Moriches in Suffolk County. The easiest way for us to travel there is by the Bridgeport-Port Jefferson ferry. Our trip on that is covered in the next post.
Alex didn't really grasp what was going on at the funeral home. He knows what death is to a point, but not fully comprehending its finality. He wasn't sure of the relation to Tristan either. He thinks of the world of his aunt Ellen and of his cousin Jason. He didn't know that Tristan was their son/brother respectively. He loves Codey too, but doesn't know that Tristan was Codey's daddy.
He just knows that he had to get dressed into his suit again, like he did in Brooklyn in the winter. He knows that he had to wait for a "grown-up thing" to be over. He knows that Mommy was sad at times during the week before and that day. He wanted to cheer her up.
There are pains that just don't ever go away. They just get familiar. Someday he'll understand that. Later rather than sooner, I hope.
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