I learned the other day that the son of my cousin had died. He was in a horrific car accident, survived on life support for about a week, and then died.
I was his godfather, a relationship that had little meaning to me. I saw him on the day of his christening, and perhaps two or three more times over the course of twenty years. One time, I asked someone who that Asian-looking kid was, and they said Why, that's your godson! Oh.