I like to take a great deal of pride in being one of those people who takes pleasure in the small things in life. A well made cup of coffee, the joy of jumping in a puddle, snuggling with my kids in the morning, a purring cat. However, it was driven home very sharply for me over the last few weeks that I sometimes miss the most important thing of all, my family.
A week ago, my cousin passed away. I was explaining it to Ace and he summed it up in a way that I thought really fit. He said "Mom, sometimes life sucks." It occurs to me that I was about 7 when I figured that out too.
My cousin Kenita, was one of the sweetest, kindest people I know. We grew up together and I have a million memories over the last 3o years of time spent together. But I also feel saddened by the time not spent together, and I will miss her always.
I am just thankful that I took the time the last time I talked to her to tell her that I loved her, it lightens my heart to know that that's the last thing I said to her. Because I do and I always will and she should know that.
|My cousin Cass, Kenita and Myself|
|Kenita, Cass, Me|