My cousin is the stuff of legend.
My cousin has shaped so much of my life, from being so very young to the present day. I cannot remember life without him being in it.
My cousin is loud and funny.
My cousin taught me how to be myself.
My cousin taught me how to fight injustice.
My cousin taught me how to be a better person.
My cousin taught me how to love my God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.
My cousin taught me how to treat other people.
My cousin taught me how to quieten my heart and just listen.
My cousin taught me how to observe people.
My cousin taught me how to just let joy overflow.
My cousin taught me how to truly enjoy a Milky Way chocolate bar!
I got into my first proper fight at the age of seven because of him. Defending him against spiteful name calling.
My cousin has profound and multiple learning difficulties, along with a genetic condition that has impacted his (and his family’s) lives in life altering ways.
So much of who I have become has been influenced by him.
He is the reason that I will fight for inclusion of those who are not ‘the same’, even when it is not the easy option. Even when it is downright hard and awkward and expensive.
He is the reason I wanted to work in special schools.
He is the reason I became an Occupational Therapist.
He is the reason I teach my girls about justice and compassion.
He is the reason I keep striving to see the good in everyone.
He is the reason I speak out about things, when I would always choose otherwise.
I defy anyone to have a more awesome cousin than me.
“He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”