Lisa Currie Branch.
She was smart and funny and full of heart.
She was tall and gorgeous and had a beautiful smile.
She was an artist and a farmer and a nurse.
She was a mother and a grandmother and an aunt.
She was a daughter and a friend and a niece.
Lisa taught me how to drive a car and how to smoke, and how to know a watermelon is ripe by thumping it.
She paid me to babysit her kids on Saturday nights, and introduced me to the Stones and the Eagles and Creedence.
She drew wildly imaginative things on my paper-sack bookcovers and tried – Lord how she tried – to teach me to draw and dance.
Lisa was often troubled, but she was never bitter or mean, and she always made time for people.
She was always kind, and she was a hoot to be around.
There will never be another like her, and my heart just aches for her loss.
When I was little, I didn’t have friends, I had cousins, and Lisa was one of my best ones.
I’m just so sorry she’s gone.