the urn

i remember my aunt couldn’t afford to do a funeral for my cousin when she died. me and my parents put together the whole thing and got her final belongings. i remember her urn sat somewhere in the house for a bit. i couldn’t process it for years. i miss her though, i remember one night when i was driving home i just started crying. i wish i could’ve known her as an adult. we were the only two trans people in my family and she put me onto so many awesome video games when were younger. rip rose. i hope heaven is treating you better than this shitty world ever did. i made it passed the age you were when you died. i know? surprising right.