She’s so much on mind these days. I don’t know why. It’s just the nature of grief, I guess. A wave comes from nowhere—probably triggered by something small I didn’t even notice. And here I sit, just missing her. Missing her alive in this world.
Through all the years I knew her, it’s not as though we saw one another all that often. But she was there. She was there when I needed her—there when I didn’t know I needed her. And now she’s not. Such a person as Stephanie existed in the world, and now she doesn’t. And there’s not a thing I can do about that.
My cousin was beautiful…and awkward…and exceptionally smart…and terribly shy. She thought deeply and wisely and compassionately. She was markedly astute regarding human nature, and less than confident regarding her own abilities. She was gentle and kind and thoughtful and creative.
I miss her.
I think I will always miss her.
I think it will always be unfair that she is gone.
I think I will be forever grateful that she was here.
I love you, cuz. I hope you are well and happy.
I hope you…are.