Sad Confession

Hi again. I write this to you on a sad day. My cousin Thomas, passed away. He was 25.
"From Him We Come, and To Him We will Return"
It's weird, I just saw him last week, he looked kinda sick, but then, he has for a long time. He was walking and talking though. Then, today, he took my grandfather to the doctor's office, a few hours later, he was gone. I can't believe it. I mean, we were never really close, he's like 3 years older than me and always acted like he didn't wanna be bothered with me. He would do things that made me mad, things I am too sad to think about. When our grandmother died 2 years ago, I saw him at the funeral for all of like 10 minutes, but I wasn't thinking about his feelings, I was too into my own sadness. He never got over her death.
He always talked about being a chef, I think he liked to cook. Of course, since I wasn't trying to find out, I will never know. I kidna regret not being nicer to him, I looked at him as if he was a loser, that is the truth, I mean, he was 25, and practically a bum. I thought about maybe trying to help him, but decided it wasn't worth my time. I am 22, he was old enough to help himself. Consequently, he wasn't able to.
I will end this by saying: Rest in Peace Thomas Theodore Harmon, August 27, 1979- July 20, 2005.