I had a cousin who met a guy at a club. He was murdered in order for the guy and his friend to steal his car. My cousin was missing for a few days and then his body was found. It changed that side of my family for many years.
This was a couple of years or so before my own kidnapping. I used to visit his grave often and that of his mother's who died some years later. I would just think of how close our incidents happened and even apologize that he did not survive his ordeal like I did.
I really do not know if I have guilt over surviving and the fact he did not. But it is in the back of my mind. I know I have wrestled with other things connected with coming out alive from that night.
Just pondering I guess.
Edited by prisonerID (03/13/11 11:22 AM)
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