I've told you about my crazy cousin last week or so.
Well, I've been to his wedding last night. It was beautiful, small and low-key. Both bride and groom were very "shanti" like, simple. They wore sandals, plain clothes and the food was vegetarian.
All in all, it was an amazing wedding. Just beautiful and happy.
My cousin remained himself. Hasn't changed much. He didn't look me in the eye when we spoke, he got very excited and embarrassed when the attention turned to him (which was a problem since he was the groom) so he looked down the whole ceremony, he got very emotional on a number of occasions and he wasn't sure how to handle himself around so many people. But other than that he looked good and I was so happy. The poor guy, when I first saw him I hugged him and didn't let him go for a few minutes, although I did manage not to weep.
My crazy cousin is still somewhat of a fanatic, but he works for a foundation that takes care of stray dogs and he and his wife want to adopt a child with retardation or disability. They're unbelievable.
My crazy cousin always did, and still does, teach me a thing or two about giving, humility and being content with one's life.
I love my crazy cousin who I start suspecting more and more isn't crazy at all, only the victim of wrong choices (made with the best intentions) that didn't help the problems he does have (I suspect some emotional problems, learning disabilities and ADHD), but rather made them worse, and didn't help him or give him the tools he needed to learn how to handle and deal with society and people around him in the best way possible.
I wish his childhood was different.
My crazy cousin is well respected and loved among his peers and his wife's family. He only remains crazy among my family. He's my crazy cousin.