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had ended his life.He left a note solely addressed to me, that essentially vaguely said he had got involved in something dodgy and the other people had threatened to hurt me to get back at him. The only way he felt he could protect me was to take himself out of the picture. This was 8 years ago now and I still have no idea what he was involved in or what went down.The last line the the note really stuck with me. It said “please make something of your life, I haven’t”. I’ve done my absolute best since that day and have managed to graduate uni and get myself a good job with well above average pay for my age. I’ve met an amazing guy and am truly happy. I obviously miss my dad every day, but he did push me to become who I am now, and I really owe him for that.I had just turned six when this happened, so I saw it differently at the time, not really understanding the reality of it. My nine-year-old cousin and I were on our way to the nearby park when I spotted a huge pile of lumber. I ran over to it without saying a word and began climbing it. My cousin ran after me and started yelling for me to get down. By that time, I had climbed pretty high and was scared to get down. I started crying and froze on the spot. My cousin said to stay there and she would go call for help.As she started running, I moved down and some of the lumber began to roll off. As soon as my cousin heard this, she realized she couldn’t leave me and ran back. She started climbing up the pile of lumber and more rolled off. My foot got stuck as I tried to move down slowly, and she told me not to move. She kept slipping down so she tried moving faster until she was at the top with me.She told me to duck into a ball and protect my head. The last thing I remember is her throwing me to the side of the pile. I was unconscious and only came to after some neighbors had taken me to their house and called the police. I remember asking about my cousin and they told me she was at the hospital. After that, I wasn’t really told much directly. I just thought she had a long stay in the hospital.In reality, she was in intensive care for less than a week and then she sadly succumbed to her injuries. My parents didn’t take me to the funeral but instead had me stay with a family friend while they went. They thought it would be too traumatic for me. Years later, I learned my cousin had been engulfed by the lumber and crushed. I knew she had died, but they told me in a way that made it seem like it wasn’t in any way because of me.
