I didn’t know J well; only met her a few times. She was my cousin’s wife’s child. My cousin helped raise her. We called her a cousin. She is a part of our family.
I remember about 9 years ago, my kids and I were in Virginia in November for a family birthday. The teens grew restless with all the adult talk.
Suggestions made to go outside. My Florida teens had inadequate outerwear to go for a long walk, so there was much giggling as J helped sort them out with gloves and hats and scarfs from their mutual great aunt.
They all looked silly and left in high spirits*. And had a nice time together.
J was only 4 months older than my son, but more mature. A pretty, shy girl with clearly an active mind.
My son rarely remembers people but he remembers her from that one encounter years ago.
Anyway, tomorrow is her funeral. Too far away for us to attend. My heart breaks for J and all her family.
*Note: “high spirits” is not used often to describe my son. That might be why that day was memorable to him.
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