Today would have been my cousin Lisa’s birthday.

In her honor I am dancing around the kitchen, baking a cake.

In her honor I’m singing tunelessly at the top of my lungs.

In her honor, I’m wearing my rattiest jeans and some boots and a plain t-shirt, and nothing matters except the people I love and who love me.

I miss Lisa. I know that wherever she is, everybody knows she’s taking care of them.