I lost my cousin Sandy today.
She was special in more ways than one. Sandy was, in many ways, a miracle. She wasn't even supposed to make it to age twelve, and she made it all the way into her 50s.
The past few years Sandy hasn't been the Sandy I knew growing up. The one who loved to laugh and joke...the one who loved her diet cokes and country music and Cincinnati Reds.
So I choose to remember her that way--before her strokes. I will remember her joking around, smiling and laughing, at the dinner table with my Aunt Betsy and Uncle Jack whenever we visited them.
I know this is a blessing, but it sure doesn't make it any easier. I love you, Sandy.