2 Years and just under a month ago. His death was ushered in by the cold winds of winter, flakes being tossed towards the ground in a freezing whoosh of air. That day of his memorial service, gloomy clouds loomed over us, seeming to note just how we felt. His death was a loss none of us was willing to bare, but bare we did, because we must. In that year and four months, my cousins grew from boys to men. My aunt. There are no words I can use that begins to describe her strength, her love, her devotion.The morning of his funeral, I sat in the front,...