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I am normally of a view that death is a part of life, a step in the course of spiritual growth, and sometimes a releif. But it's always a little harder when it's a kid. My cousin Dustin died yesterday morning. He had muscular dystrophy (which had confined him to a wheel chair for much of his life) and his heart gave out. He was only about 14.

Viewing tomorrow and funeral the day after.

May his next life be a better one.