I have 12 first cousins, and in the course of my life I’ve met 11 of them. The 12th, the eldest of the bunch (about 55) and the one I never met, died sometime last week. I found out while checking email during a boring meeting today. It’s hard to mourn him because I never met him, but losing someone so (genetically) close feels mourn-worthy somehow.
He is survived by his mother, who is in her late 70s. I would imagine that any parent at any age would regret outliving her child. I barely know her either; she doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak German, but I’m going to send her a sympathy card anyway.
The whole thing strikes me as weird but also as MPSIMS, so here it is.