Descriptive Essay About My Cousin

“Ok, well you know how the dance is coming up? I was…...ummm wondering if you would like to go with me?”

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Everyone did something divergent this spring break. Therefore, I contemplate this mini vacation has been the first in five years I’ve done exciting things.

“Come on!” My best friend, Sarah, pulled me outside of the GT classroom, and out into the open high school hallway.

“But I have class tomorrow… maybe we should do this another time” I say playing with my fingers.

"I don't think I'm going," Megan sighed, "depending on what her mom says, I think Sam and I are going to have a girls night. Why do you ask? were you going to ask one of us?"

“Ok, I’ll think about it, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. I’ll tell you tomorrow over by the north lockers, ok?” I said.

Jess was my best friend. I’d known her since grade three, and we got along very well. I went to my locker to see what classes I had today.

“I need to figure some stuff out, and I don’t think we’re going to be able to spend as much time together.”

“Not really. We’re just going to my house to play Super Tech Mechs 17,” I replied, getting a little flustered.

It felt nice to know that he had a friend at school but I wanted more. This was the first time he was actually responding. “And did you learn anything at school today? In class.”

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.