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.

About S.

Reader, writer, talker, knitter, picture taker, tennis player, music lover, Southerner.
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