BLOG POST #44- David’s Death
Here is a story about my first cousin, David. David was a genius. A truly incredibly bright person. He had two younger siblings; a brother and a sister. His younger brother found a girl who he loved and then got married to her. It was a traditional wedding. Everyone was very happy for him. Except for David. David was jealous. So David decided he needed to get even.
David took a trip to the Philippines and came back with a wife. He didn’t know the girl. He just wanted to prove to everyone that he too, could be wed. Nobody thought he couldn’t but he always felt that he needed to prove himself. His wife was a Pilipino woman, unfamiliar with American culture. Nobody was comfortable with her and she was uncomfortable with us. And we all knew the shtick of these women who get married and act almost as slaves to their husbands. They stick around until they can get their citizenship after seven years. We all knew that after seven years, she would divorce him, once she could legally stay in the country. David was also a drug abuser so we feared if she left him after seven years, he may overdose.
Seven years passed and David was shocked when his wife told him she didn’t love him anymore. She divorced him. David overdosed not even two months later. It was expected but it was horribly depressing even then. Parents burying a child. Grandparents burying a grandchild. It was awful. It was an expected death, but then again, when is death ever really expected?
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