MALIA CANEPA

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My cousin who I was very close with passed back in February 2016. He had suffered with epilepsy all his life, often having intense seizures. One day when he was working at Safeway and helping someone to their car when he had a seizure and hit his head on a sidewalk. From then on he was bed ridden in the hospital for 8 months, wasn't very responsive,  and had multiple brain surgeries. He was slowly getting better, until he was transferred to a hospital in Hayward. After 3 days of staying there he had developed severe pneumonia, severe dehydration, and other sicknesses. This caused his health to go downhill quickly. He was transferred back to sf general, but there wasn't much they could do. He passed away shortly after getting back to that hospital. I was torn apart by this and fell into a deep depression for awhile. About a week after his passing I had a dream that we (me and my deceased cousin Arnold) were playing at my grandmothers house like we used to when we were younger. I remember him looking into my eyes, smiling, then hugging me tightly. Then he whispered in my ear, "I'm free now." He smiled at me again and started to walk away, then I woke up. When I woke up I realized I had been crying in my sleep. It felt so real to me. I miss him everyday.